Cash Register (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Nice Legs - full transcript
Ramzi tries to hide his illness from Shira, so she doesn't send him home.
"Issachar Bounty"
Checkout
Hey, Perselani?
'm coming, of course I am.
3-0-0, I'm at the Sporteque.
Don't pick teams before I get there.
Hello? Hello?
A hookah relaxes some people,
a massage relaxes others and me?
I play soccer with the gang.
The only thing is,
Shirley, my wife,
she hates it when I play soccer.
You know how women are.
It pains them when we have fun.
So to keep her happy,
I shop at the supermarket before.
I play "the perfect husband."
People, drop everything,
Shirley Franco's on the line!
Now really, I love my wife,
not a bad word to say,
but she's sick in the head.
Look at this shopping list:
"Five medium eggplants
only if they're light."
Light in comparison to what?
"Three unblemished peppers."
Unblemished...
Check this out:
"Dish drying liquid."
A liquid that dries?
"The blue garbage bags
in the green package, not turquoise."
The "not" is underlined.
This is no shopping list,
it's a tryout for flight school!
Hey, baby dolphin.
I'm picking out a watermelon
as we speak.
Honey, a good watermelon?
I'm getting you an S-6.
With a camera and everything.
I'm messing with, tiki-taka.
If not she'll keep me here for hours
and I'll be late for soccer,
they'll make me the goalie
and believe me,
you don't want to be the goalie
with Perselani's penalty kicks.
"How do I know it's a good watermelon?"
I knocked on it,
what am I, a birthday girl?
Okay, honey.
What, Shirley?
Shirley, trust me.
Okay... No, Shirley, I can't do that.
Because I won't do it.
Because there are people here, Shirley.
Listen... I'm not doing it!
What's best? Continue the argument
and risk being sent back
by the kook to replace a watermelon?
She wants to talk to a watermelon
on the phone? We'll let her do just that.
I'm telling you, bro, she's a dingbat.
Killer, huh?
"Dull"? Shirley, it's a watermelon,
not Shiri Maimon (pop singer).
I'm not going to knock
on all the watermelons into the phone!
What's soccer got to do with it?
You said "soccer,"
it totally slipped my mind.
Okay, fine... Are you listening?
This is the first...
the first water-melon.
This is the second watermelon.
Fine, I'm going back to the melons.
Here, I'm at the melons, listen again.
I'm scratching the first one.
Can you hear?
This is the third watermelon.
I'm scratching the second one, listen.
Soccer? -Basketball.
Fourth melon.
-This is the third watermelon.
Here's the fifth.
When a disabled person uses
the regular restroom, do I complain?
So why make such a big deal?
Wait, holcLon, Pitzkaleh.
Give me 1.5 kilos of chicken thighs,
but nice ones, okay?
Nice chicken thighs. -Yes.
No, I'm at the supermarket.
For the kids' supper. What?
Crispy chicken, Thai curry
and root vegetable puree.
Keeping it simple.
-Here you go.
No, this won't do at all. Yes?
What's wrong?
-What? Hold on, Pitzkaleh,
I'm getting some grief over here.
What's the problem, Ma'am?
-You tell me.
The sticker is crooked? -No,
Mr. Butcher, the sticker isn't crooked.
I asked for nice chicken thighs.
Do these look like nice chicken thighs?
They're chicken thighs, not a date.
-I see, you're being smart with me.
No problem, let's see if you keep it up
after I talk to your manager.
You'll talk to my manager?
-Of course I'll talk to your manager,
if that's what it takes to get service
around here. Who's in charge?
I'm not in charge? I'm not in charge?
-Whoa, whoa, what happened?
What happened? Nice chicken thighs
for Scarlett Johansson...
Anatoly, calm down.
What's wrong?
-Oh, thank yoti very much.
I'll tell you what's wrong:
I explicitly asked for nice chicken thighs
and this is what your employee gave me.
What? -Anatoly, the lady asked
for nice chicken thighs. Really.
"Anatoly, really"?
Excuse my employee, he's new.
-I'm your employee?!
Anatoly, regular customers
get regular chicken thighs.
VIP customers, like Mrs...?
-Stratiner.
Get nice chicken thighs.
Please go to the fridge
where we keep the nice chicken thighs,
in the black trays,
bring her nice chicken thighs.
A country of morons.
No need to get so upset.
-He's new here.
I'm here before you were born!
I apologize for the incident.
Now that he knows you, it won't happen.
You have Nissim's word.
Thank you, Nissim.
Oh, my eyes,
they're burning from all this beauty.
Every chicken thigh, Javier Bardem.
-Oh! Oh!
Wrap them up.
-You're giving me orders? -Great.
You see, Mr. Anatoly?
Where there's a will there's a way.
Enjoy.
Happy holiday.
-Holiday happiness.
What chicken thighs in the back?
No chicken thighs in back.
Not nice and not ugly.
Israelis always think
that you're trying to screw them.
Once I used to argue.
Now, I don't bother.
Just let them think they won,
if not, we can't go home.
Say the sentence again.
"Oh, my eyes,
they're burning from all this beauty.
"Every chicken thigh, Javier Bardem."
Oh, chicken thighs, chicken thighs,
they're burning, so beauty.
Each one Javer Bardam.
Like that? -Exactly.
A guest of honor is coming
to the supermarket today.
Who's the guest?
-Not "who," but "what".
Actually, it's a bit who
and a bit what.
Diet crispy treats with an improved flavor.
What's to improve, God knows.
Why does that excite you so?
When a new product comes in,
I'm like... a new father.
I'm so intrigued.
How much does it weigh?
Is it healthy? Who does it look like?
I can't wait...
Come on already!
You don't look so good, Ramzi.
It's my father's genes.
They're more dominant.
No, not in terms of appearance.
Healthwise, you look as if
you're coming down with something.
No! And even if I am,
not on the day we're getting
diet crispy treats with an improved flavor.
Specials at the checkouts.
Three "Habi Babi" chewing gums...
for only 9.99.
String halva treats...
Thank you and...
enjoy your shopping.
Ramzi. -Yes, Big Boss?
-Are you feeling alright?
Are you kidding me?
I never felt better.
You sound as if you have a cold.
It must be... the zucchini blossom
congesting my nose cavity
and with my accent...
it sounds like... a cold.
Sick... just some aches and...
dizziness and fever?
My left hand is a bit numb,
that doesn't make me sick.
Mrs... Mrs. Kohava.
-Yes, Ramzik?
I wanted to consult you,
but I see it's not an ideal time.
Closed.
Hey, what's this?
-I'm on a break.
But you're in the middle
of ringing me up. -Right.
I'm on a mid ring-up break.
You got a problem?
Complain to the sign.
You'll tell me when to take a break?
Do I come to your office
and tell you when to take a break?
Yes, sweetie, how can I help you?
Yes, well... it's... -Yes?
I have... a friend...
who doesn't feel well,
but he can't abandon
his duties and rest.
You being so experienced, Mrs. Kohava,
what would you suggest he do?
First of all, tell this friend of yours
to take one step back.
Yes, good. Now, there's one thing
that he should do. -Okay.
Araq. -What?!
It will burn most of your germs.
His...
-His. Yes, his. Of course.
Thank you so much, Kohava.
Kohava's method worked like a charm.
I have never felt better.
I tan keep working like this
until... tomorrow.
Ramzi. -Yes, Big Boss?
What are you doing?
-Cleaning the aisle.
With whole milk?
What?
Ramzi, come here.
-Shira, it can't be. -Come.
Watch it.
Easy. -It can't be.
Just a moment ago it was floor cleaner
with an improved flavor. -Alright.
Ask Hezi.
Hezi, tell her.
Ramzi, come closer.
Wow, you're burning up...
-Yes, I'm a warm person, Shira.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Shira, what are you doing?
I'm getting you a cab.
You're going home.
No, Shira. No...
Let me stay a bit longer...
No, Ramzi. Why?
You're risking your health.
Please... I'm begging you, Shira...
Just until three.
Why? What's happening at three?
Diet crispy treats
with an improved flavor are coming in.
What are you talking about?
That snack?
Ramzi, you're burning up with fever.
You're delusional, you can't distinguish
between Hezi and cardboard.
You are so confused,
that one could take advant...
Okay, wait a second.
I have to... hang in there a bit longer.
Hey! Who's in here?
Itzik crispy treat supplier?
I'm so glad you're here!
What?! You brought us
the improved diet crispy treats?
Ramzi will be so happy!
Ramzi was just waiting for the treats!
Ramzi, you wouldn't believe
who was just here!
Itzik. -Itzik?!
-Itzik crispy treat supplier!
He was here
and he didn't say hello?
That fox...
-No, Ramzi, he was in a hurry.
But look what he left us.
The perfect packaging, minimalist.
-Forget the packaging, Ramzi.
The flavor... Mmm... delicious!
May I? -Sure.
Well, Ramzi, how's the flavor?
-Improved.
It's okay, an ambulance is on the way.
Yes, I had no pulse
when I got to the hospital,
but that's nothing
compared to the privilege
of being the first to taste
diet crispy treats with an improved flavor.
I can still feel the...
improvement on my palate.
Go forth and prosper.
I got through Shirley's list,
the products are in the cart,
I went by the book,
not a centimeter either way,
because every centimeter
brings me closer to the goal post
and every minute in the goal post
brings me closer to the hospital.
Huh, creation's glory?
God's beauty.
Of course I got chicken thighs.
Very nice ones, Shirley.
They could double for Brad Pitt.
Yes, oh please...
Shirley, don't you trust me?
Shirley, I'm not going to linger
on each and every product.
You're going too far, Shir...
Shirley, I don't work for you!
Of course I'd rather be with the kids.
Shirley... Alright, alright, alright.
But it's the last product.
It's the last product, Shirley.
I'm sorry, I really need your help.
If she asks,
tell her the chicken thighs are nice.
Yes, hello.
Very nice.
They'll be great in soup.
Oh, in the oven?
That's a different story. -What?!
Shirley, what does she
know about chicken thighs?
Shirley, I'll... take a picture,
send it to you, you decide, okay?
Done.
If there's anything I'm sure of,
it's the chicken thighs.
The meat counter butchers
always show me respect.
They always go in back
to get me the nice ones.
In the black tray, VIP.
Not nice enough?!
Shi... Shir... Okay, Shirley,
I'll get new ones, fine.
Move!
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
What is this?
What is this? Chicken thighs.
-I asked for nice chicken thighs,
not just any chicken thighs.
-Ah...
Anatoly, get him nice chicken thighs
from the back.
No, not the "get him nice chicken thighs
from the back." Been there, done that.
I want nice chicken thighs. -That's all
we have. It's Friday, ten to three.
Go to "Levi Bliss,"
maybe he's not closed. -He’s open.
I have to be at the Sporteque
in 10 minutes!
If not, I'll be the goalie
and Perselani ruins my chances
of having a fourth kid!
What's that? -My phone, what...
-The picture!
It's a picture of your ugly chicken thighs
that I sent to my wife.
What is that? -You took this?
-Yes, I took it.
Is that any way to take a picture
of chicken thighs? -How else?
Now with the Smartphones,
half the men in the supermarket
send pictures of the products
to the wife to approve.
But... they don't have the right skills.
-At all, they're morons.
Then their wives drive them crazy.
-And they drive me crazy.
And he drives me crazy. -Huh?
So a few months ago we decided
to help them take a picture right.
Oh... I love that.
The contrast with the red.
-What's the contrast?
What? Did you take those pictures?
-Anatoly's our artist.
All the wives in Yavneh are pleased.
-Guaranteed. -What do you say?
You guys are bored, huh?
You want to be a goalie, be a goalie.
-No, I don't want to be a goalie.
Take a picture of the chicken thighs,
please, Anatoly.
Put the garlic next to it.
Shine the sun on it... Excellent.
With the red pepper, it's like a heart.
-One light from here.
It looks like it's in the fridge
on a bed of synthetic grass.
Nissim, don't argue.
Are you assistant or photographer?
I'm sorry. You know the phrase,
"Chicken, carrot in the middle."
From the bible?
-Less skin, less skin. -Hold on.
As if there's a relationship.
There's the picture.
-I'm not so thrilled.
There it is. You don't understand.
-It looks...
a bit too bright.
-No, it's milky, it gives...
Guys, please! They're just chicken thighs!
-"Just chicken thighs"?
Just chicken thighs... Fine.
-Hey, hey, what was that for?
It's his art. -What?
-Here, "just chicken thighs."
No, no, I'm sorry. You're right.
This one?
-No, with the contrast.
Okay, you're the artist here.
It'll be just fine.
I'm sending.
"Nice enough for you, honey?"
Okay then, food luck to us.
What's taking so long?
Well?
Nice. -Nice?
Nice. -Nice.
-Nice!
Nice!
-Nice!
N'iee, nice, nice!
-Ah?
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, nice, nice, nice!
Nice, nice, nice, nice!
At closing time
we like to put on music.
It gives a good tempo for cleaning.
One day Nissim chooses, one day me.
So Nissim put on that singer...
I put Balkanski Rock.
Hey!
Turn that off!
-Huh? -Turn it off!
What?
-What's with that song?
A closing song, my turn to choose.
But it's a happy song.
No happy songs today. -Why not?
Why no happy songs?
-And you call yourself a Jew?
The Tzaddik from Jerba died on this day.
It's a very sad day.
Have some respect.
Yesterday my hamster died!
He was a righteous Tzaddik too!
Did I tell you not to play Omer Adam?
No. Enjoy!
Anatoly, you will respect
the Tzaddik from Jerba or I'll smack you!
You'll smack me, I smack too!
Anatoly...
Anatoly?
Oh yeah?
Checkout
Hey, Perselani?
'm coming, of course I am.
3-0-0, I'm at the Sporteque.
Don't pick teams before I get there.
Hello? Hello?
A hookah relaxes some people,
a massage relaxes others and me?
I play soccer with the gang.
The only thing is,
Shirley, my wife,
she hates it when I play soccer.
You know how women are.
It pains them when we have fun.
So to keep her happy,
I shop at the supermarket before.
I play "the perfect husband."
People, drop everything,
Shirley Franco's on the line!
Now really, I love my wife,
not a bad word to say,
but she's sick in the head.
Look at this shopping list:
"Five medium eggplants
only if they're light."
Light in comparison to what?
"Three unblemished peppers."
Unblemished...
Check this out:
"Dish drying liquid."
A liquid that dries?
"The blue garbage bags
in the green package, not turquoise."
The "not" is underlined.
This is no shopping list,
it's a tryout for flight school!
Hey, baby dolphin.
I'm picking out a watermelon
as we speak.
Honey, a good watermelon?
I'm getting you an S-6.
With a camera and everything.
I'm messing with, tiki-taka.
If not she'll keep me here for hours
and I'll be late for soccer,
they'll make me the goalie
and believe me,
you don't want to be the goalie
with Perselani's penalty kicks.
"How do I know it's a good watermelon?"
I knocked on it,
what am I, a birthday girl?
Okay, honey.
What, Shirley?
Shirley, trust me.
Okay... No, Shirley, I can't do that.
Because I won't do it.
Because there are people here, Shirley.
Listen... I'm not doing it!
What's best? Continue the argument
and risk being sent back
by the kook to replace a watermelon?
She wants to talk to a watermelon
on the phone? We'll let her do just that.
I'm telling you, bro, she's a dingbat.
Killer, huh?
"Dull"? Shirley, it's a watermelon,
not Shiri Maimon (pop singer).
I'm not going to knock
on all the watermelons into the phone!
What's soccer got to do with it?
You said "soccer,"
it totally slipped my mind.
Okay, fine... Are you listening?
This is the first...
the first water-melon.
This is the second watermelon.
Fine, I'm going back to the melons.
Here, I'm at the melons, listen again.
I'm scratching the first one.
Can you hear?
This is the third watermelon.
I'm scratching the second one, listen.
Soccer? -Basketball.
Fourth melon.
-This is the third watermelon.
Here's the fifth.
When a disabled person uses
the regular restroom, do I complain?
So why make such a big deal?
Wait, holcLon, Pitzkaleh.
Give me 1.5 kilos of chicken thighs,
but nice ones, okay?
Nice chicken thighs. -Yes.
No, I'm at the supermarket.
For the kids' supper. What?
Crispy chicken, Thai curry
and root vegetable puree.
Keeping it simple.
-Here you go.
No, this won't do at all. Yes?
What's wrong?
-What? Hold on, Pitzkaleh,
I'm getting some grief over here.
What's the problem, Ma'am?
-You tell me.
The sticker is crooked? -No,
Mr. Butcher, the sticker isn't crooked.
I asked for nice chicken thighs.
Do these look like nice chicken thighs?
They're chicken thighs, not a date.
-I see, you're being smart with me.
No problem, let's see if you keep it up
after I talk to your manager.
You'll talk to my manager?
-Of course I'll talk to your manager,
if that's what it takes to get service
around here. Who's in charge?
I'm not in charge? I'm not in charge?
-Whoa, whoa, what happened?
What happened? Nice chicken thighs
for Scarlett Johansson...
Anatoly, calm down.
What's wrong?
-Oh, thank yoti very much.
I'll tell you what's wrong:
I explicitly asked for nice chicken thighs
and this is what your employee gave me.
What? -Anatoly, the lady asked
for nice chicken thighs. Really.
"Anatoly, really"?
Excuse my employee, he's new.
-I'm your employee?!
Anatoly, regular customers
get regular chicken thighs.
VIP customers, like Mrs...?
-Stratiner.
Get nice chicken thighs.
Please go to the fridge
where we keep the nice chicken thighs,
in the black trays,
bring her nice chicken thighs.
A country of morons.
No need to get so upset.
-He's new here.
I'm here before you were born!
I apologize for the incident.
Now that he knows you, it won't happen.
You have Nissim's word.
Thank you, Nissim.
Oh, my eyes,
they're burning from all this beauty.
Every chicken thigh, Javier Bardem.
-Oh! Oh!
Wrap them up.
-You're giving me orders? -Great.
You see, Mr. Anatoly?
Where there's a will there's a way.
Enjoy.
Happy holiday.
-Holiday happiness.
What chicken thighs in the back?
No chicken thighs in back.
Not nice and not ugly.
Israelis always think
that you're trying to screw them.
Once I used to argue.
Now, I don't bother.
Just let them think they won,
if not, we can't go home.
Say the sentence again.
"Oh, my eyes,
they're burning from all this beauty.
"Every chicken thigh, Javier Bardem."
Oh, chicken thighs, chicken thighs,
they're burning, so beauty.
Each one Javer Bardam.
Like that? -Exactly.
A guest of honor is coming
to the supermarket today.
Who's the guest?
-Not "who," but "what".
Actually, it's a bit who
and a bit what.
Diet crispy treats with an improved flavor.
What's to improve, God knows.
Why does that excite you so?
When a new product comes in,
I'm like... a new father.
I'm so intrigued.
How much does it weigh?
Is it healthy? Who does it look like?
I can't wait...
Come on already!
You don't look so good, Ramzi.
It's my father's genes.
They're more dominant.
No, not in terms of appearance.
Healthwise, you look as if
you're coming down with something.
No! And even if I am,
not on the day we're getting
diet crispy treats with an improved flavor.
Specials at the checkouts.
Three "Habi Babi" chewing gums...
for only 9.99.
String halva treats...
Thank you and...
enjoy your shopping.
Ramzi. -Yes, Big Boss?
-Are you feeling alright?
Are you kidding me?
I never felt better.
You sound as if you have a cold.
It must be... the zucchini blossom
congesting my nose cavity
and with my accent...
it sounds like... a cold.
Sick... just some aches and...
dizziness and fever?
My left hand is a bit numb,
that doesn't make me sick.
Mrs... Mrs. Kohava.
-Yes, Ramzik?
I wanted to consult you,
but I see it's not an ideal time.
Closed.
Hey, what's this?
-I'm on a break.
But you're in the middle
of ringing me up. -Right.
I'm on a mid ring-up break.
You got a problem?
Complain to the sign.
You'll tell me when to take a break?
Do I come to your office
and tell you when to take a break?
Yes, sweetie, how can I help you?
Yes, well... it's... -Yes?
I have... a friend...
who doesn't feel well,
but he can't abandon
his duties and rest.
You being so experienced, Mrs. Kohava,
what would you suggest he do?
First of all, tell this friend of yours
to take one step back.
Yes, good. Now, there's one thing
that he should do. -Okay.
Araq. -What?!
It will burn most of your germs.
His...
-His. Yes, his. Of course.
Thank you so much, Kohava.
Kohava's method worked like a charm.
I have never felt better.
I tan keep working like this
until... tomorrow.
Ramzi. -Yes, Big Boss?
What are you doing?
-Cleaning the aisle.
With whole milk?
What?
Ramzi, come here.
-Shira, it can't be. -Come.
Watch it.
Easy. -It can't be.
Just a moment ago it was floor cleaner
with an improved flavor. -Alright.
Ask Hezi.
Hezi, tell her.
Ramzi, come closer.
Wow, you're burning up...
-Yes, I'm a warm person, Shira.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Shira, what are you doing?
I'm getting you a cab.
You're going home.
No, Shira. No...
Let me stay a bit longer...
No, Ramzi. Why?
You're risking your health.
Please... I'm begging you, Shira...
Just until three.
Why? What's happening at three?
Diet crispy treats
with an improved flavor are coming in.
What are you talking about?
That snack?
Ramzi, you're burning up with fever.
You're delusional, you can't distinguish
between Hezi and cardboard.
You are so confused,
that one could take advant...
Okay, wait a second.
I have to... hang in there a bit longer.
Hey! Who's in here?
Itzik crispy treat supplier?
I'm so glad you're here!
What?! You brought us
the improved diet crispy treats?
Ramzi will be so happy!
Ramzi was just waiting for the treats!
Ramzi, you wouldn't believe
who was just here!
Itzik. -Itzik?!
-Itzik crispy treat supplier!
He was here
and he didn't say hello?
That fox...
-No, Ramzi, he was in a hurry.
But look what he left us.
The perfect packaging, minimalist.
-Forget the packaging, Ramzi.
The flavor... Mmm... delicious!
May I? -Sure.
Well, Ramzi, how's the flavor?
-Improved.
It's okay, an ambulance is on the way.
Yes, I had no pulse
when I got to the hospital,
but that's nothing
compared to the privilege
of being the first to taste
diet crispy treats with an improved flavor.
I can still feel the...
improvement on my palate.
Go forth and prosper.
I got through Shirley's list,
the products are in the cart,
I went by the book,
not a centimeter either way,
because every centimeter
brings me closer to the goal post
and every minute in the goal post
brings me closer to the hospital.
Huh, creation's glory?
God's beauty.
Of course I got chicken thighs.
Very nice ones, Shirley.
They could double for Brad Pitt.
Yes, oh please...
Shirley, don't you trust me?
Shirley, I'm not going to linger
on each and every product.
You're going too far, Shir...
Shirley, I don't work for you!
Of course I'd rather be with the kids.
Shirley... Alright, alright, alright.
But it's the last product.
It's the last product, Shirley.
I'm sorry, I really need your help.
If she asks,
tell her the chicken thighs are nice.
Yes, hello.
Very nice.
They'll be great in soup.
Oh, in the oven?
That's a different story. -What?!
Shirley, what does she
know about chicken thighs?
Shirley, I'll... take a picture,
send it to you, you decide, okay?
Done.
If there's anything I'm sure of,
it's the chicken thighs.
The meat counter butchers
always show me respect.
They always go in back
to get me the nice ones.
In the black tray, VIP.
Not nice enough?!
Shi... Shir... Okay, Shirley,
I'll get new ones, fine.
Move!
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
What is this?
What is this? Chicken thighs.
-I asked for nice chicken thighs,
not just any chicken thighs.
-Ah...
Anatoly, get him nice chicken thighs
from the back.
No, not the "get him nice chicken thighs
from the back." Been there, done that.
I want nice chicken thighs. -That's all
we have. It's Friday, ten to three.
Go to "Levi Bliss,"
maybe he's not closed. -He’s open.
I have to be at the Sporteque
in 10 minutes!
If not, I'll be the goalie
and Perselani ruins my chances
of having a fourth kid!
What's that? -My phone, what...
-The picture!
It's a picture of your ugly chicken thighs
that I sent to my wife.
What is that? -You took this?
-Yes, I took it.
Is that any way to take a picture
of chicken thighs? -How else?
Now with the Smartphones,
half the men in the supermarket
send pictures of the products
to the wife to approve.
But... they don't have the right skills.
-At all, they're morons.
Then their wives drive them crazy.
-And they drive me crazy.
And he drives me crazy. -Huh?
So a few months ago we decided
to help them take a picture right.
Oh... I love that.
The contrast with the red.
-What's the contrast?
What? Did you take those pictures?
-Anatoly's our artist.
All the wives in Yavneh are pleased.
-Guaranteed. -What do you say?
You guys are bored, huh?
You want to be a goalie, be a goalie.
-No, I don't want to be a goalie.
Take a picture of the chicken thighs,
please, Anatoly.
Put the garlic next to it.
Shine the sun on it... Excellent.
With the red pepper, it's like a heart.
-One light from here.
It looks like it's in the fridge
on a bed of synthetic grass.
Nissim, don't argue.
Are you assistant or photographer?
I'm sorry. You know the phrase,
"Chicken, carrot in the middle."
From the bible?
-Less skin, less skin. -Hold on.
As if there's a relationship.
There's the picture.
-I'm not so thrilled.
There it is. You don't understand.
-It looks...
a bit too bright.
-No, it's milky, it gives...
Guys, please! They're just chicken thighs!
-"Just chicken thighs"?
Just chicken thighs... Fine.
-Hey, hey, what was that for?
It's his art. -What?
-Here, "just chicken thighs."
No, no, I'm sorry. You're right.
This one?
-No, with the contrast.
Okay, you're the artist here.
It'll be just fine.
I'm sending.
"Nice enough for you, honey?"
Okay then, food luck to us.
What's taking so long?
Well?
Nice. -Nice?
Nice. -Nice.
-Nice!
Nice!
-Nice!
N'iee, nice, nice!
-Ah?
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, nice, nice, nice!
Nice, nice, nice, nice!
At closing time
we like to put on music.
It gives a good tempo for cleaning.
One day Nissim chooses, one day me.
So Nissim put on that singer...
I put Balkanski Rock.
Hey!
Turn that off!
-Huh? -Turn it off!
What?
-What's with that song?
A closing song, my turn to choose.
But it's a happy song.
No happy songs today. -Why not?
Why no happy songs?
-And you call yourself a Jew?
The Tzaddik from Jerba died on this day.
It's a very sad day.
Have some respect.
Yesterday my hamster died!
He was a righteous Tzaddik too!
Did I tell you not to play Omer Adam?
No. Enjoy!
Anatoly, you will respect
the Tzaddik from Jerba or I'll smack you!
You'll smack me, I smack too!
Anatoly...
Anatoly?
Oh yeah?