Breaking Fast (2020) - full transcript

Thank you.

Hi, I'm back.

Sorry it took so long.

The line was crazy.

We're all in here.

I didn't miss it, did I?

Alhamdulillah.

They almost ran
out. I got the last tray.

They're still pretty warm,
so don't heat them too long.

And leave the attar on the side.

Hassan doesn't like it on top.



- He likes to dip it.
- Okay.

Not my recipe.

Uh, where's Hassan?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Yallah,
five minutes until Iftar.

And I got fresh
Kanafeh for dessert.

Ugh, the line was so long.

Mo, I, uh...

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Yeah.

Something's wrong. Tell me.

Let's just do this another time.

Okay? Uh, your family
is here, and...



It's the last Iftar. I know
how important that is to you.

Plus, I hear there's
fresh Kanafeh.

Hassan.

My cousin threatened
to out me today.

This again?
And what did she say this time?

Uh...

She, uh...

She found my secret
Facebook profile.

Yeah.

And she said it was
her Islamic duty to tell my dad.

And has she?

I don't know.

I've been calling him
and texting all day.

He hasn't been responding.

Hmm.

Yeah. This could kill him.

That's a bit over-the-top.

Plus, you're not married

and practically
80 in Arab years.

Do you really think people
don't know by now?

Mo, I'm serious.

I'm scared.
I don't know if he can recover

from something like this.

Did you delete your profile?

Yes, of course, I
deleted my profile.

Then why don't you do
what you always do?

Tell him it isn't true,
gossip is haram,

and you plan on
getting married soon.

Problem solved!

Yallah, Kanafeh time!

No. It's... It's more serious
than that this time.

I need to be able
to talk to him in person,

so I booked a flight home
tomorrow morning.

Wait a second.

- No. Just don't do that thing.
- What thing?

That thing you do

where you hijack my plan
and you turn it into yours.

Please don't say
"hijack" to a Muslim.

Could you not make
a joke right now, please?

I don't know how many times
I have to explain it to you,

but my dad is not your dad.

I need you to respect that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. You know...

Humor is one of my
coping mechanisms.

And there are worse fathers in
the world than yours, you know.

I can't just keep saying
I'm talking to some girl,

or that I'm planning
on getting married.

I have to actually do something.

You could come out.

Inshallah, eventually maybe.

Hmm.

Or I could get married.

It would just be for show.

It wouldn't mean anything.

It would to me.

Mo...

We know a lot of guys
with this kind of arrangement.

But we make
fun of those guys.

Well, you had to know
that something like this

was bound to happen.

I never thought
this would happen.

This makes no sense.

I mean, this isn't our plan.

What are you even saying?
Do you hear yourself?

I do, but I don't
know if you hear me.

You can't be serious.

Habibi, I'm not saying
I have it all figured out.

I just need a little
time to go home

and assess the situation.

Do I get a say in any of this?

I'm just asking you
to be patient with me.

I wouldn't be doing this
unless I absolutely had to.

You know that, right?

I told you I didn't want
to talk about this now.

Yallah, your family is waiting.

All right.
Are you guys ready?

Let's go!

In four, three, two, one!

All right, everyone,
grab a partner.

Let's go!

Hey! Khalas, I'm in a zone!

Yeah, the Twilight Zone.

Plus, who are you
trying to impress?

I call dibs on the DJ.

Switch!

Not my type. Plus, I'm pretty
sure he's a minor.

No one is your type these days.

When you gonna snap out of this
horrible funk you've been in?

It's been nearly a year.

All right,
everybody. Up, up, up!

Let's kick the shit
out of those fat cells.

Four, three, two, one!

Funk? No funk here.

There are no funks given.

Please don't forget
that you're speaking

to your best friend here,
and not one of your patients.

- I'm just worried about...
- Worried about what?

I'm worried about your BV.

I think maybe this is the year
you could give it up.

"BV"?

Butt Virginity, ya huh!

Don't worry,
it's still completely intact.

That's the problem.

Why are you so obsessed
with my sex life?

What sex? What life?

All
right, everybody.

Abs on the floor, let's go!

Abs! Abs! Abs!

Don't let last year define
who you are this year.

Start new. Start fresh.

You deserve it!

As long you don't forget
about Wednesday.

Wednesday?

- The first night of Ramadan!
- My birthday!

Obliques!

You promised you'd
come to my party.

God, where is your head lately?

Sam, it's the first
night of Ramadan.

- Ah ah ah ah.
- You know I like to...

That's not my fault.

It's my birthday,
and I'm not celebrating it

without my best friend.
Allah will understand.

Fine.

There she is.

Just don't get mad
if I leave early.

I would expect nothing less.

He reached out on WhatsApp.

I thought you blocked him.

I guess I forgot to on WhatsApp.

- So?
- So, what?

I blocked him on WhatsApp.

Mo, maybe it's time
to talk to him.

And say what?

He didn't listen to me then,

so why should I
listen to him now.

Ya Allah, you are so stubborn.

He's married. She's
probably pregnant,

and he wants to tell me
he's naming the baby after me,

which would be so weird.

You literally have the most
common name in the world.

it wouldn't be that weird.

Yeah. Okay, habibi,
I'll catch up with you later.

Um, hello? You're my ride.

Take a Lyft or something.

I have to, um...

Something just came up.

Unbelievable.

Nurse Harper.

How many lives you save today?

Quit watching so much
damn Grey's Anatomy.

Now, get to your patients.

Info nurse's
station, Harper here.

Ms. Bazzi.

Hey, Doc.

Hi, how are you doing today?

You have
reached the mailbox of...

Hello. I cannot talk.

Please leave a message.

Please leave a
message after the beep.

Hi Tata. Day one.

Ramadan Mubarak.

You'll be happy to know
for the first Iftar

I'm making Fattoush

and using exactly one-and-a half
lemons as instructed.

Oh, this house smells so good.

I wish you could
see these manaeesh.

I tried your secret.

This is always
my favorite time of the year.

The food, the no working out,

but it won't be the same
without you here

or Mama and Baba.

I'll be fine, Inshallah.

Sam's party is tonight,

but trust me, I'd
much rather stay in.

I mean, I want to
be there for him,

but, I don't know... I just...

How many times are we gonna

celebrate Sam's 25th birthday?

Hold on one second, Tata.

Ah, Tata. Thank you.

I'm just not in the mood
to be around happy people.

If only I were a balloon.

That probably made no sense.

Anyway, I love you, Tata.

Thank you.

Ahhh!

Ho-Mo!

Gay-rab!

You made it!

Happy birthday!

Best surprise party ever.

Aw!

Mwah, mwah, mwah!

Yeah, let's go.

Everyone, Mo's here!

Please! You promised
not to make a scene.

Oh, that's right. That's right.

Never mind, Mo's not here.

- Sam!
- Carry on!

No more shenanigans, I promise.

Here, put these in water.

Thanks.

I'm so glad you're here, habibi.

Just try to have fun, okay?

Oh, thank you!

Here you go.

Just take it.

Here you go.

Here we go.

Bye!

Is there a gospel choir here?

♪ Oh, yeah! ♪

So, I've developed

a little bit of a red area
on my inner thigh.

It's not quite a rash,
but it's probably not a bite either.

I don't know if it's because

we changed lubes
recently or what,

but it's really starting
to itch and burn.

Have you ever had that?

Anyway, I don't know what to do,
'cause I feel it's starting

to turn Andrew off, and I really
don't want him to cheat on me.

It's probably herpes,

and Andrew probably
gave it to you.

I'm so sorry about
Andrew's herpes.

Slice of cheese?

Oh, my God!

It is over, Andrew!

- Hey.
- Hey, how's it going?

I think it's time for me
to head home, habibi.

But John hasn't come yet.
We haven't even had cake.

Who's John?

Settle down.

He's for me, not for you.

But I want you to meet him.

Sam, you promised.

Happy birthday!

John, habibi!

Thank you!

Oh, John, this is
Mo, my best friend.

Hi John. Nice to meet you.

Hey buddy.

And this is Kal.

Val!

How are you? Welcome.

It's Kal, with a "K."

Happy birthday!

Thanks for letting me
crash your party.

Of course!
The more the merrier.

I don't know what this is,
but I have a feeling

I'm going to put it to good use.

It's a bacon-shaped dildo,
you little power bottom.

- I so... I got you!
- Oh, John.

Hey, Where's the kitchen?
I think I'm gonna grab a drink.

Oh, uh, it... It's over there.

I'll have a vodka cranberry,
if you're pouring.

Sure. Uh, Kal, anything?

Uh, just the usual for me.

Yeah.

So, Kal, tell me everything.

Sam.

Status, go.

Single? Taken? Open? Looking?

I'm single.

And you're funny.

You know who else
is single and funny?

Mo, here, my best friend.

We have been life-long friends
for our whole lives.

And, he's a doctor. Did I
mention he's a single doctor?

Oh, that's awesome! What kind?

Oh, I'm a gastroenterologist
with a specialty in hepatology.

Essentially, I fix livers.

Oh perfect, this party's filled
with alcoholics.

♪ Happy Birthday, dear Sam

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Make a wish!

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

Say, uh, where's your bathroom?

Oh, yeah, it's down the hall
to the right.

- Go after him!
- To the bathroom?

Oh you know what "bathroom"
is code for.

Guys don't talk to me in code.

Plus, I told you,
I'm not ready for any...

Shu ready?

I'm not talking soul mates,
I'm talking sex!

Plus, he hasn't taken
his eyes off you all night.

That's not true. Really?

Round two.

Hey, where'd Kal go?

Oh, I... I don't know.

Mo, can you go find Val
and give this to him, please?

- Really?
- Yes, really.

He looked thirsty.

Otherwise, you're welcome
to dance with John and me.

I'll go find Kal.

- Oh, okay.
- Come on! Let's dance.

Whoo!

♪ I'm peeing in
the bathroom Talking to myself

♪ I'm peeing in
the bathroom... ♪

- Kal?
- Occupied.

Hey, I have your drink.

One second.

Nice singing.

Were you listening to me pee?

Creep. Is that mine?

No, of course not.

Hey, uh,
where'd you learn Arabic anyway?

Jordan. My dad was in the Army.

Oh, sorry.

Thanks?

- Oh, whoa, whoa.
- Oops, my bad.

Sorry. I don't know
why I said that. Sorry.

Here, here, here.
Let me look at this.

Smells like wine.

You're lucky it was white.

Excuse me.

I'm just gonna
jump in here real quick.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Cool.

Can I...

- You want me to just get my drink?
- Yeah.

Come on in, yeah. Go ahead.

- Huh?
- It's all yours.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

Right.

Please leave
a message after the beep.

Just wanted to say good night.
Sam was in rare form.

From a scale of one to Sam,
he was at least a 12.

Hey, creep!

Are you leaving
without saying goodbye?

Hey, I was just...

Wait, why are you
sneaking up on me?

I went out for some fresh air,

and then I heard Sam dragged
everyone to Fubar.

So, I guess you could say my
wing-man duties were successful.

Do you want a ride home?

Oh, this is just
water. I don't drink.

Me either.

Okay. So, shall we?

Oh, no, no.

The fresh air will do me good.

Well, which way are you headed?

I've got to stop at
the store, anyway.

I'll walk with you.

You don't have to do that.

Plus, I don't want to know

what you could possibly need
at this hour.

Gum.

- Gum?
- Yes, gum.

I need gum.

Just take a walk.
It won't take long.

Unless you'd rather not.

Okay.

You're not going to kill me,
are you?

Maybe. Depends.

To be honest, I feel like
a bit of an outsider

in West Hollywood.

What part of town
do you live in?

West Hollywood, but like,
way, way down.

I get it. It probably doesn't
help that you don't drink.

Probably. I've always
hated the taste. You?

Oh, I don't mind the taste.

I've just learned that it's best
if I steer clear.

Are you in a program?

Oh, my God, is that rude to ask?

Totally cool if
you are, or aren't.

Either way. Never mind.

Wow. That was pretty forward for
someone who doesn't like Weho.

Sorry. Sometimes I say
what I'm thinking.

Not that I was thinking that.

I didn't mean to imply that.

Kal?

Oh, my God!

Hey, whoa.

- Take it easy.
- How have you been?

I haven't seen you out in,
like, a minute.

You're coming to
my reading, right?

Maybe.

Uh, guys, this is Mo.

Hey, guys.

- Hi.
- Hey.

So, where are you headed?

We're heading
to Fubar. Come!

Oh, my God, yes, come!

I love Fubar.

Oh, me too!

There is nowhere I'd rather be.

Okay, girl.

Well, you know,
we'll see you there I guess.

You should've slept with him
when you had the chance.

- Who said I didn't?
- He didn't.

Friends of yours?

Uh, sometimes this town
feels way too small.

Hmm. They actors?

Yeah, how could you tell?

They made me uncomfortable.

Actors always make
me uncomfortable.

- Hey, I'm an actor.
- Like I said...

I'm just kidding.

Whatever, creep!

Whatever, girl!

- Don't.
- You don't.

Deal.

I bet you charm all the boys
with trips to buy gum.

Nah, just the cute ones.

Flirt.

Like, that was flirting, right?

Now, this place,
Thursday nights,

even sober, that's a party.

Oh, God, I could never.

- What? Go out on a Thursday?
- Exactly.

No, I reserve my singing
for the shower only.

Audience of me.

Oh, you should try it. It's fun.

Life is so easy
for guys like you.

Guys like me?

You know, the arms, the height,

the endless options
of well-worn tank tops.

- Mega attractive guys have more...
- I hate tank tops.

Well, you know what I mean.

What I know is that a gay,
Arab, Muslim guy in Weho

probably knows what it's like
to have people

make assumptions about him.

They're generally incorrect,
and they never feel good.

You know, I have to work much
harder to be taken seriously.

But it's nice to know you think
I'm mega attractive.

- What?
- That's what you said, right?

Oh, here we are.

I think it's gonna rain.

We should grab an umbrella.

Okay. Come on.

So, is Mo short for Mohammed?

It is.

Is Kal short for...
Wait, what is Kal short for?

Kal-El.

Khalil?

No. Kal-El.

Your full name is Kal-El?

- Like Superman?
- Yes.

Like Superman's Kryptonian name

given to him
by his biological parents,

Jor-El and Lara?

Oh, Superman fan?

Yeah! Huge!

Do you have a favorite?

Superman? Oh, Christopher Reeve,
no contest.

Agreed.

I can never decide
which movie I like more,

the first movie or the second.

Oh, definitely the first,

but the battle scene at the end
of the second is epic.

Epic, totally!

Favorite scene?
Wait, let me guess.

"Easy Miss, I've got you."

"You... You've got me?
Who's got you?"

I think I just found
my dad's soulmate.

How did you know
that was my favorite part?

Isn't it everyone's?

- This is my favorite part.
- Huh?

Fro-yo.

Oh, yeah.

Me too.

- All right.
- It's pouring out there.

Sam seriously calls it BV?

Mmm-hmm.

Can I ask you what it is
you're holding onto?

Is it like a "never gonna
happen" type thing,

or a Muslim thing?

Oh, no. It has nothing to do
with any of that.

I mean, the truth is,
I don't even know if I want to.

I mean, but if I do, I want it
to be with someone special.

And you haven't found
someone special yet?

No.

It must be hard to find another
good Muslim guy in this town.

I think that's admirable.

What do you mean?

Well, you seem
pretty Muslim, right?

Like you practice?

Hamdiallah, I try.

That's really cool and rare.

I mean, honestly, most people
are turned off

by the whole thing.

Explaining my faith to people
is kinda hard.

I bet.

I bet most Muslims
would shun you for being gay,

and most gays don't really
get down with God.

But you've found a way
to reconcile the two?

Have you ever seen
The Sound of Music?

The movie?

Are you avoiding my question?

Hear me out.

You know when Maria returns
to the convent,

and tells Mother Abbess
that she can't love the Captain

because she's made a vow to God?

Yes, I remember that part.

Well, do you remember what
Mother Abbess says to her?

To climb every mountain?

Well, yes. But
before that she says,

"If you love this man,

"it doesn't mean
you love God less."

I was born gay and I love God.

The two can and should totally
be able to coexist.

Hmm.

You realize how gay you
sound right now, right?

Hey, come on.

Kal! Oh, my God!

So glad you're here.

Okay, first of all.
You're singing...

Kal. Hey...

Oh, my God.

Go on in.

Hello. I cannot talk.

Please leave a message.

Please leave
a message after the beep.

Hey, Tata. Headed home now.

Didn't expect to
be out this late

on the first night of Ramadan.

- Can I borrow some ketchup?
- Huh?

I tell those queens,
"Extra ketchup,"

and they always say, "Okay, boo,
whatever you want,"

like they're my best friend,
and what happens

when I reach into the bag?

- No ketchup.
- No ketchup!

They're toying with me,
but they'll see.

Ugh! You want some?

- Fasting.
- Yeah me too.

These are just fries though.

How are you up this early?

I haven't gone to bed yet.

- Well?
- Well what?

You have nothing to say?

Nothing happened.

Yes, it did.

No, it didn't.

How do you know?
You weren't even there.

That makes no sense.
Of course I was.

We walked around all
of West Hollywood

for most of the night.

- Who?
- Me and Kal.

You and Kal?

Yeah, who'd you think?

I was talking about John.

John? I barely said
two words to the guy.

Not you and John.
Me and John.

Oh, what happened?
Keep it macro please.

I don't need details.

No, no, no.
Forget me and John.

I want details.
Juicy, dirty details.

Don't make me pull teeth.

Nothing happened.

I walked him to buy some gum.

Gum. That's what
you're calling it?

He went into Fubar. That's it.

Didn't you see him there?

Sharmout, my mother
could've been dancing on a pole

and I wouldn't have seen her.

- So, nothing? No kiss?
- No.

- No phone number?
- No.

No plan to hang out again?

Sam, I told you everything.

We chewed gum and ate yogurt.

Okay.

Not every hot guy
is just looking for sex, Sam.

You make assumptions,
but it's hard for guys like Kal

to be taken seriously sometimes.

I hear you. Nothing happened.

We talked about Superman.
We had fro-yo.

Let's leave it at that and not jinx
this thing that isn't even a thing.

- So you are interested!
- I'm not saying that.

But you're not not saying that.
So, there's hope!

I told you there was
life after Hassan.

- Oh, sorry.
- Not this again.

Mo, it's been a year.

And God knows,
you're not getting any younger.

- Sam, please.
- That's it.

I'm getting Val's phone number
from John.

I need an excuse
to text him anyway.

His name is Kal. With a "K."
And don't you dare!

Don't ever tell me
"Don't" Mohammed!

"Everybody
says don't, everybody says..."

Don't.

Okay, now my turn.

Pure thoughts only. I'm fasting.

But these are pure.

Purely haram.

Anyway, we were
both pretty drunk,

- but I have the poppers...
- I don't want to know.

Prude.

Yallah, I have to head to the
hospital soon, I have a consult.

Oh, it's fine.

I gotta go meet the boys
for Sunday Funday.

It's Thursday.

It's Weho.

- Megan? Hey.
- Mohammed?

Hi, Mom.

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom. We got it.

Okay. Thank you.

Just heading to work.

The driver is a woman.
Mama, why are you so amped up?

Are you hangry?

Let him watch in peace.

Say hi.

I'm glad he's not fasting,
he needs his medicine.

I'll see you soon
enough, Inshallah.

Of course, every day.

Guess who reached out this week?

Hassan.

After a whole year,
he's still trying to contact me.

Mama, don't talk like that!
You will break your fast.

Oh, I didn't.

He is now blocked from all apps.

Mom, you have two grandkids,
and a third is on the way.

Plus, I'm sure Allah has greater
issues to deal with than my love life.

Okay, Mom.
I can't even deal with A, your racism,

and B, with how you think me
and my future husband,

sent by God because
of your prayers,

are going to have
full-blooded Arab babies?

Okay, Mom, I just got to work.
I will call you later.

Mom, I gotta go.

Mama, he's not depressed.
You're just bored.

Yallah, bye.

Oh, bye.

Oh, just my mom.

Mo? Hey.

Oh, my God, hey.
What are you doing here?

Did Sam reach out to you?
I told him not to.

I work here.

Uh, Sam should have never...

Oh, right, doctor.

Right, right.

Um, no, I was just thinking what
a weird coincidence this is.

Totally.

But what are you doing here?

I was just visiting someone.

Really?

Everything okay?

No, yeah. Everything's fine.

It's an overdue visit.
Nothing major.

Excuse me.

So, uh, why did you
ditch me last night?

Ditch you? You went inside.

Momentarily, yes, but I came back
out to get you, you were gone.

You did?

Uh, where you headed?

Um, ordering a ride.

I can see that.
I mean, where?

I'm headed to the grocery.

Well, let me give you a ride to
make it up to you for last night.

I feel bad that
you think I would ditch you.

After you.

- Um, okay.
- Go ahead.

Just out to the
parking lot there.

Your mother doesn't mind?

No, it's not
that big of a deal to her.

You mean to tell me
your immigrant mother

would allow you to be like this
and have no opinion about it?

My immigrant mother is nothing
like what you see on TV.

She is not some stereotype.

I'm sorry, this is just
so hard for me to swallow.

Like, stems on and everything?

Yeah. We kinda likes the stems
in my family.

You kinda like the stems?

This is blasphemy.

Is it though?

Okay. Step away
from the parsley.

No tabbouleh of mine
will have stems in it.

Of yours?

- Are you making my tabbouleh now?
- In fact, I am.

Mainly so we don't choke to
death on any of the stems

that you seem to think
are not a big deal

when making a delicate dish
like tabbouleh.

Let's back up.

Not only are you
making the tabbouleh,

but you're also joining me
in eating it?

Did you just invite yourself
to break fast with me?

My mom used to say
that those who fast

should not have to cook,
or, well, eat alone.

So, yeah, I guess I did.

Is she the one who taught you
to make stem-less tabbouleh?

Uh, no. No. She just burned
toast most of my life.

In Jordan she was afraid
to let me leave the compound,

so I spent a lot of time
watching the cooks prepare meals.

What was she afraid of?

You were on an army compound,
probably the safest place

in the whole country.

Not for a gay kid it wasn't.

Oh, right.

With the way those
ladies cooked,

you could taste the love
in every bite.

Oh, that's how I often describe
my grandmother's cooking.

You must miss your family
during this month.

I do.

Every year we all get together
at my place for the last night.

I remember it being such an
important time in the Middle East.

Did you like living there?

In Jordan?
Um, yeah, for the most part.

It was hard on my mom,
so my parents fought a lot.

My dad could be a real asshole.

Really? I'm sorry.

I'm sure he was
just doing his best.

I'm sure he thought so.

I'm sorry.

I have this thing with parents
and reverence.

The Qu'ran says,
"Say not to them a word of contempt,

"nor repel them, but address
them in terms of honor."

Right.

Well, shall we?

Wow! Nice place you have here.

Thanks.

Yes, uh, we can just set these
down right here.

Can I get you something?
Coffee? Tea? Water?

- Oh.
- No, I'm fine thanks.

Is it cool if I pray?
I'll only be a few minutes.

Oh, sure, yeah. I'll put these
away and start prepping.

Thanks.

Could I, uh, use your bathroom?

Sure.

Uh, it's just that
way on the right.

Thanks.

This will be, like, the third
time this casting director

has brought me in,
and I really want this part.

I have a Ninja
chopper, you know.

Oh, no way, man!

You gotta chop the leaves
with a knife!

Okay. But Iftar is in one hour.

What's the play?

Oh, no, it's not a play.

It's a guest star role
on a new courtroom drama.

Five-episode arc, recurring.

My manager thinks I've got
a good shot at it.

I don't think I could do it.

- What?
- Auditions.

I mean, standing there
in front of people,

waiting for them
to tell me if I'm good enough.

Yeah, it can be pretty grueling.

I mean, how do you believe that
you are good enough

when you're constantly being
told that you're not?

Well, I'm not constantly
being told I'm not.

I mean, there are some wins
here and there.

Oh, my God, of course.

Uh, what's wrong with me!

I mean, it can be tough, but you
can't live your life in fear, right?

Right now I'm afraid
you're gonna cut your finger?

Oh, I got it. I got it.

I told you I got it.

I got back to the car,
and I noticed there was

toilet paper sticking on... Yeah.

It was not my best day.

- What? Oh, my God. Wow.
- So, it's not...

Have you ever thought of
what you would do

if this acting thing
doesn't work out?

Porn. Oh, God.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just, uh, I hate
that question.

I'm sorry.
I can't seem to stay dry around you.

Oh, really?

And that was a dumb question.
You don't have to answer.

Oh, no. It's no dumber than
asking me if I'm in a program.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

For me,
there's no other options really.

I think I credit my mom
with my acting ambitions.

Your mom?

Yeah. I...

I used to put on these little
skits to try and cheer her up.

She used to say I was the only
person who could make her smile,

and I loved that.

Even now,
I feel like I owe it to her,

like, if I stop,
she'll stop smiling or something.

Uh, plus she told me I was good at
it, so, I mean, I...

- What?
- Oh, nothing.

Um, that's just really sweet.

Yeah, see? I'm not
such a mystery.

- Ah...
- No, no, no.

No, sit. Sit.

So, why did you become a doctor?

Talk about dumb questions.
Hello, I'm Arab.

Oh, come on!

We just met, but I think I can
tell there's a good reason

behind every choice you make.

I owe it all to my tata,
my grandmother.

Was she a doctor?

No.

Patient. Sort of.

Say more.

I was like 10 or 11
when it happened.

She nearly died.

We were at the movies
sharing some popcorn,

and I looked over,
and she was blue.

I froze.

Then out of nowhere, this man,
this giant, hulk of a man,

just swooped in,
and dislodged the popcorn.

He saved her, and she never
stopped thanking God for him.

I wanted to do that,
to save people,

to be Superman in real life.

And now you are.

Hardly.

Is your tata your mom's mom?
Or your dad's mom?

My mom's mom.

And you still talk every day?

Yup. Today, we spoke twice.

Thanks again for dinner.
It was really delicious.

My pleasure.

Text me some other
dishes you like.

Oh, no, no.
You don't have to.

I want to.

This was fun.

And cooking reminds me of home.

So, I actually have
a lot of lines to learn

for tomorrow.

Oh, you should get going then.

Let me put this in a to-go cup.

Or I could stay?

You're not too
tired yet, are you?

"I love you."

"Don't do that.
Don't tell me you love me."

Pause. David turns
to leave and stops yet again.

Oh, no. No. You don't read
the directions and the actions.

- You just say the lines.
- Oh, sorry.

Again?

No, no, no. We'll
just go from here.

Um, "I might not know,
but after meeting you,

"I don't think anyone
will ever compare."

It's your line.

Oh. Oh, sorry.

Um, you're good.

Oh, thank you.

Um, "Don't touch me.
Don't ever touch me.

"It's my body and my choices."

Who wrote this crap?

Hey!

This crap is going pay my bills
for the rest of the year.

And I thought Muslims
weren't supposed to judge.

Oh, I'm not judging.

I'm just, um, okay,
I guess I am judging.

God forgive me.

Okay. Let's try it
with some blocking.

Sure. What's that?

Um, so, I'm gonna
go to grab you...

- Mmm-hmm.
- ...and then you say your line.

Oh, okay.

Go.

"Don't touch me.
Don't ever touch me.

"It's my body and my choices!"

You're a natural!

That was so...

They both premiered in 1957,

but can you believe
that The Music Man

won the Tony Award for best
musical over West Side Story?

Uh huh...

Yeah, with everything going on
in the world at that time,

people were more sympathetic
to a white salesman

conning a small town
than a community

of Puerto Ricans
being shot and stabbed.

America, am I right?

Yeah, you usually are.

Uh...

Sorry, I...

No, I'm sorry. I
just can't right now.

You were talking so passionately
about Tony and Maria.

I just thought...

Please don't
misunderstand, you know.

The sun is up. Ramadan.

Oh, right!

Right. I guess I'll
just have to wait for

- "Tonight, tonight."
- Please, don't. Please.

Even a single impure thought
will ruin this whole day's fast.

That's right. I forget that it's
not about abstaining

just from food or water.

Right.

It's about abstaining
from everything.

You're so disciplined.

I hope that extends
into the bedroom.

Oh, well, there goes the day.

Oh, no. It's not your fault.

I was just kidding!

Sex is the furthest thing
from my mind right now.

Mmm. I'll just
explain that to Allah.

Just think of kittens.

Old ladies.

Vaginas.

Old lady vaginas.

Kittens and old ladies?

Is that how you
distract yourself?

How do you distract yourself?

I can't believe you
wore that shirt.

I can't believe I'm missing beach
volleyball with John for this.

- This is horrible timing.
- Staghfallah.

Don't get preachy.

It's not my fault the body has to
be in the ground within 24 hours.

Sam! There will be
more beach volleyball.

Your uncle only dies once.

He's not even my uncle.

I thought you said
your aunt's husband.

- Not really my aunt.
- Got it.

You say that
to each man in the line-up.

Are you really trying
to teach me Arabic?

Which one of us is
the immigrant here?

I know, but we have to respect
the customs.

Step down from your
pulpit, habibi.

This isn't my first rodeo.

Oh, there's my cousin Muna.

Isn't she a beauty queen with
all that forehead on display?

Let's go say hi.

No! You cannot go
to the women's side, Sam.

Why not? I want to say hi
to my cousin.

- It's rude.
- What year are we in here?

Get out of the dark ages.

You can go after
the Sheikh speaks.

And I can't believe
you wore that shirt.

It's the only black I had.

Black isn't a good color on me.

Well, then he, like,
wouldn't talk to his dad

or his dad wouldn't talk to him.
I don't even know.

There's so much drama,
I can't even remember,

What, are the...

- Sam, where did you go?
- Don't be rude!

Can't you see my cousin is in
the middle of a juicy story?

I'm sorry, habibti, he's fasting.
Anyway, you were saying?

That's okay, ba'rah.

- Alia...
- Alia is Muna's girlfriend.

...has been super stressed because
her sister is getting a divorce.

- Haram.
- No, her husband's gay.

She helped him come
out of the closet.

- They're both doing very well.
- Oh, fresh meat.

What's his name?
Maybe I know him?

Her husband? Hussein?

Hussein? Is that the...

Hassan. Hassan Saad.

Hassan Saad?

Oh, it's hard to say, you know.

We gays, we all know each other.

Just gay, gay, gay,
gaying it up all the time.

You two are really annoying.

Oh, so sorry, habibti.
It's all Mo's fault.

Show some respect.

Please go on. You were saying?

Apparently Hassan's been dating
this guy in LA for, like,

- the last three years.
- Hmm.

He sounds like a real hmar.

How so?

Well, you know how it is.

Hassan only married a woman
to get his dad off his back.

This guy just
couldn't see the big picture.

If he had just been patient with
him, they would both be together.

Hassan is so lucky he found a
bride that was so supportive.

Ugh.

Unlike that boyfriend of his,
who is now apparently MIA.

Oh my God, scandal.

But what a strong bride.

How did his parents take it?

- Oh, his dad died.
- Died?

Not literally,
but he didn't take it well.

Yeah, Mo. Not everyone's
parents are like yours.

I should really get going.

Almost time to break fast.

I don't know, girl.

She's been in a mood.
I'll catch up with you later.

- Mmm, gays.
- Muna!

- So, do you think...
- Hmm?

I mean, there are so many gay
Hassan's out there, right?

Sam.

You never know,
but maybe, could be.

Stranger coincidences
have happened.

- Sam.
- Okay, okay, I'll say it.

Your Hassan came out.

Why am I always
the last to know?

- Okay, Sam!
- How can you not tell me?

Well, I didn't know.
I blocked him, remember?

Must've been why
he'd been trying to contact me.

Wow. Such a shame.

What is?

I mean, you heard
what Muna said, right?

- Patience, big picture, all that.
- Big picture?

And what about
what he did to me?

- To you?
- Yeah.

Mo, he was clearly hurting.

Something you never
had to deal with coming out.

You have to realize
how rare your experience is.

You didn't see how much he
hurt my parents, and Tata.

She died of a broken heart.

Mo. You know that's not true.

Sam, khalas.

Just get me home, okay?

I'm fine. Truly.

We just gotta start cooking.

- I'm not cooking.
- I'm not asking you to.

You said "we."

- Oh. Me and Kal.
- Who?

- Kal.
- Val?

John's friend, Val?

His name is Kal.
We've been breaking fast together.

And you're just
telling me this now?

What else is he breaking?
Has he broken your BV?

Tell me everything.
I want details, juicy, dirty details.

Don't make me pull teeth.

You haven't hooked up yet?

Do you even know me?
It's not like that.

How often are you
two "breaking fast?"

- I don't know, like, every night?
- Ahhh!

- Don't make it a thing.
- Every night?

No wonder you've been so low-key
this Ramadan.

Is this why
you haven't invited me over?

You don't ever
need an invitation.

I bet he's a good kisser.

We're just friends,
and I don't kiss my friends.

- Really?
- Plus, it's Ramadan.

Whatever it is,
it's nice to hear that

Hassan is just a
bridge of water.

Water under the bridge.

Yeah, whatever.
London Bridges, I don't care.

♪ Follow every rainbow

♪ Till you find... ♪

Hi.

- Oh, my God. Hi.
- Were you just singing?

No. You could hear that?

The whole neighborhood could.

You have a great voice.
And great taste in music.

- You're early.
- I know.

I couldn't wait to tell you.
I got the part!

The courtroom drama?
My body, my choices?

- Yeah!
- No way! Congrats!

This is so amazing.

Please don't move.

- Uh...
- My towel has fallen.

Okay.

Um, squat down with me.

I'll grab it.

You immediately turn around.

Mo, it's not that big of a deal.

Just squat down with me!

Okay.

Oh! Wait! Wait! Oh!

Okay. Okay.

Sorry I shouted.

- It's okay. It's okay.
- Sorry. Sorry.

I think I felt you break
your fast against my leg.

I'm kidding. I'm kidding.

Anyway, I could not have done it
without your help,

so I'd like to
take you somewhere.

But, what about dinner?

Well, we'll do this first,
and then I thought

I'd take you to dinner.

- Like, out?
- Yeah.

Like, a date.

Oh.

If that's okay.

No. Yeah, of course.

Um, uh, just let me
throw some clothes on.

- Okay.
- It's not karaoke, is it?

No. No. It's not karaoke.

Okay, okay. All right.
We're sitting.

Just sit, very... Yes.

What are we doing?

We're at a water park.
What do you think we're doing?

We're at the movies!

Obviously, but what...

Oh, my God, really?

What the hell is that?

Easy, Miss. I've got you.

You... You've got me.

Who's got you?

He's a fan.

And Miss Teschmacher saves
Superman only to prove the point

that even Superman needs saving
from time to time.

- You know...
- Kal?

Honey...

I thought
that was you.

Hi, I'm Mo.

Um, Judy. Hello.

You look more like him...

What are you doing here?

I bought tickets months ago.

I... I thought I would surprise
your father

or maybe the two
of you could go.

I'm not here for him, Judy.

Sorry. He wasn't really
a role model for his kids.

Oh, God.

Listen, we're celebrating.

Kal just landed a big role.

Oh, still doing
that acting thing.

Judy, it was nice to see you.

It was lovely to meet you.

Yeah.

You... You two take care.

That was my dad's current wife.

My mom's been dead
since I was 16.

I'm sorry. It's just not
something I like to talk about.

No, I'm sorry.

We don't have to talk about it.

I wish I still had
her to talk to,

like you have your
mom and your tata.

Ah, it's just a prop.

When I talk to my grandmother,
I use the phone,

but it's just a prop.

She died around a year ago.

We used to talk every day, so...
So I just use it.

I like to feel like I can
still leave her messages or texts.

- This must sound crazy.
- No. It's not crazy.

Losing someone is hard.

I lost the wrong parent.

It happened a long
time ago. Uh...

She was diagnosed with cancer

when we were in Jordan,

and, uh,

she wanted to get treatment
back in the States,

but she stayed with
my dad instead,

and she got worse...

And he drank more.

And then she died,

and he kept drinking.

He must have
felt so guilty, poor guy.

Yeah.

That and he's a
selfish alcoholic.

People grieve in different ways.

You don't know him, Mo.

Don't defend him.

You don't know what
she put up with.

Vegetarian.

Beef shawarma.

Enjoy.

I think you're making too big
a deal out of it.

I can't do this again.

I can't get into
another Hassan situation

where the guy
has all this family drama,

and I gotta take care of it.

You know how important parents
and family are to me.

Is Kal asking you
to take care of him?

Well, no, but...

- But what?
- Switch!

Maybe you should just accept
his situation for what it is,

recognize that
it's not your situation,

and support him
when he needs it.

Geez, didn't Muna
teach you anything?

I know, but I keep
mentioning parents,

and reverence for parents,

and "imack, imack, imack,"
and he doesn't seem to get it.

Back row!
What is going on?

Too much talking!
Not enough sweating!

Damn straight.

You're getting me in trouble.

And you really do talk too much.

And stop bringing up parents.

It's none of your business.

Who do you think you're helping?

Switch!

Oh...

Stop pushing Kal away.

Try sympathizing with him
and what he's going through.

Hmm. You're right.

I have to tell him
what's bothering me

and put it behind me.

Good for you.

Now tell me, who's cuter?

Him...

Or John?

You know I can't work out
during Ramadan.

I get headaches.

You're giving me a headache.

Time to mix the salad.

Five minutes till Iftar.

Hey. You know in act two
of Into the Woods,

when the Mysterious Man
comes back from the dead

to tell the baker to stop
running away from his problems?

I was thinking...

- Hi.
- Hi.

We figured you'd be
sitting down to dinner,

so we thought we'd crash.

We?

Hey, Mo.

Hi, John.

Hey, you guys!

- Itfadloo.
- That means come in.

And take your shoes
off, Mo has rules.

Mmm, yeah. Well...

Okay.

What's that about?

Well, it's when you...

- Oh, it's...
- It's considered...

- No, no, you go.
- No, you go.

Um, well, it's considered rude

to have the soles
of your shoes facing God.

He does it everywhere we go.

Oh.

Sounds time consuming.

Oh, my God.

Isn't he so hot?

Ooh, it smells great in here.

Really?

It smells a little ethnic.

- Oh, that's just garlic.
- Have you ever heard of it, habibi?

I'll go get two
more place settings.

- Great.
- Great.

Plates.

This looks...

So interesting.

Thanks, John.

We made it all from scratch.

You made this?

Hmm, now I am really intrigued.

Uh...

What? Are we supposed to say
Muslim grace or something?

There's a couple more minutes.

Until?

Iftar time. John.

Okay...

I'll just put this...

Oh, it's time.

Thank you.

Dig in.

Wow. Rice.

There you go.

- Oh, thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.

Mmm.

Wow, Kal,

this is actually really good.

Thanks. Mo and I
made it together.

Hardly. I'm barely allowed
to stir the rice.

Well, you go too
fast.

I bet that's the first time anyone's
ever said that, huh, ya, Mo?

Hey.

Here. Does anyone want
any of this wine?

Oh, uh, Mo keeps a dry house.

Really? It's just wine.

I know, but be respectful.

You can go one meal
without a drink.

Yeah, you're right.

Sorry, I forgot you were sober.

I'm trying to take a break
from the scene.

Plus it's Ramadan.

Okay.

Wait, Sam, isn't...
Isn't it Ramadan for you too?

But weren't you drinking
at the pool party?

Habibi, I told you.

My parents are Muslim,
but I don't practice.

Mo here is Mr. Islam.

Sam is exaggerating.

I wouldn't call
myself super-devout,

but I try to observe
the practice.

Well, yeah.

You... You pray, you fast,
you don't drink.

Seems pretty devout to me.

You know, I do those things,
but for me

Islam, at its
core, is a mindset,

not just bowing and kneeling.

Wow, so,

your Islam also
allows you to be gay?

Here we go.

Well, it's
not just my Islam.

There is no punishment
for being gay in the Qur'an,

nor were gay people persecuted
by the Prophet Muhammad.

Peace Be Upon Him.

Homophobia and anti
- gay sentiments...

Became the norm

once Arab countries
were colonized by Britain.

So it's our fault.

I'm so lost.

You know, you're used
to seeing violence against

the gay community
in Muslim countries,

but that's political regime,

not Muslim teaching.

Those people do not represent
God's view.

And you do?

I try to.

Tolerance. Patience.

Not sitting in judgment.

Those are some
of the fundamentals of Islam

that I practice.

Frankly, being gay has taught me
to be a better Muslim.

Well, that's not something
you hear every day.

Sam, you taking notes?

It's not that simple for me.

What do you mean?

Well, habibi,

Mo's thinking sounds good,

especially when
your only reference point

for those countries is CNN.

But, truth be told,

God doesn't save
you from radicals

who view you as an abomination.

Where I come from,
three men were thrown off a roof

last week for being gay.

I can't bow down to a god
who created that world.

Man created that world, not God.

People murder in God's name
every day, Mo.

Absolving God's role in that

doesn't help the persecuted,
now does it?

You're ignoring their problems

because they're
not your problems.

I'm not making excuses
for any of that, Sam,

but, blaming God is always
your go-to cop-out.

It's not a cop-out.

I'm pointing out the flaws
in your logic.

You're so educated,
but you're also so blind

to the problems
that Islam creates.

Whoa. That seems a little harsh.

And I'm not blind.

Really?

What about Hassan?

- Who's Hassan?
- Oh, he's nobody.

Yes. Just another Muslim nobody

with a different perspective
from Mo's.

You have to be Muslim
to be a Muslim nobody.

There she is.

Thank you, Mo,
for reminding me why religion

isn't for everyone.

Some of us prefer to live a life
without judgment.

Okay. Guys, come on, it's...

Uh-uh, Kal. Watch out.

Not falling in line
could get you thrown out,

excommunicated,
or blocked from his cell phone.

Um...

Where's Kal?

He got a phone call
from the hospital.

He had to go. It
sounded serious.

His brother, you know?

Kal has a brother?

You okay?

I'm okay, yeah, thanks.

Uh, just a false alarm.

Look, I get it if you don't want
to talk about your family,

but I wish you would.

Okay, Mo.

My mom's dead.

My dad's an alcoholic.

My stepmom enables him.

And I have a brother named Adam

who's been in a coma here
for six months.

There, happy?

Oh, I... I... I...

Every family is
complicated. I get it.

Oh, I can't do this right now.

What?

I'm sorry. I... I can't be
vulnerable with you right now.

What do you mean by that?

My God.

I know you have a great
relationship with your family.

I don't.

I'll say.

I mean, I didn't even know
that you have a brother,

let alone he's been in my
hospital for six months?

I'm sorry.

We weren't close,
but I was making an effort.

We spent New Year's together.

We both drank a
lot and we fought.

He took my keys,
and I didn't stop him.

It's not your fault, Kal.

Yeah, tell that to my dad.

He blames us both.
He hasn't talked to me.

He's never visited Adam.

You've been dealing
with all of this alone?

I'm used to it.

I can't imagine your dad
is not in agony over this.

I mean, no parent wants
this for their kid.

Oh, easy man. I don't need your
bright-siding right now.

- I'm sorry?
- Your bright-siding.

You always spin things in a way
that ignores what's wrong.

It's not a spin, Kal.

It's faith, and my faith tells
me everything will work out.

Is that lonely?

Is what lonely?

Your inability to get down in
the mud with the rest of us

when everything
isn't working out.

Is this about what Sam said?

You have an issue with my faith?

I do not,

and neither does Sam.

But you aggressively
bright-sided him

the minute he brought up
the darker side of Islam.

There is no darker
side of Islam.

Not the Islam you follow,

but that doesn't invalidate

Sam's experiences,
his feelings, his fears.

The religion you follow doesn't
allow people to kill in Allah's name,

but that doesn't
mean people don't.

Uh, listen, I get it.

It's been a very
emotional night,

and I get your impulse
to attack, but...

Stop it, Mo! Stop doing that!

I'm not attacking you.

I am challenging you,
and you're brushing it off.

It's like this sick twisted
bright side coping mechanism.

You shut down any potential
for disagreement.

I'm not shutting down, Kal.

I'm defending my beliefs.

You don't have
to defend yourself to me, Mo.

I accept you.

You don't know
anything about me.

Okay, then.

Tell me how things
ended with Hassan.

Oh, my God. Why?

Because you blocked your ex.
I think we should talk about that.

He left me
to marry a woman.

Because of Islam?

Because of his
family, their views.

They challenged yours.

They were wrong.

I'm not saying they weren't,
but do you think

you helped him by refusing
to talk to him?

- Oh, you weren't there.
- You're right.

I wasn't.
And I don't have all the answers.

Not about Islam,
and certainly not about your ex,

but that's not my point.

What is your point, Kal?

Mo,

I like you a lot.

Your humor,

your love of musicals,

your relationship
with your family,

and especially your faith.

Do you like me?

What do you like about me?

You have
reached the mailbox of...

The mailbox is full

and cannot accept
any messages at this time.

Goodbye.

Assalam-alaikum.

Walaikum-assalam

I'm glad you called.

You sure you want to do this?

I'll be fine.

Okay.

So, how are you?

Your family? Your dad?

He's not with us anymore.

- What?
- Haram, I'm just kidding.

He moved back to Lebanon.

He's fine. Or he will be.

Everyone will be.
I get that know.

I mean, the guilt
is still with me,

but that's been
with me for so long,

it's not just gonna disappear,

but somehow now it's, uh,
more manageable.

I'm sorry I wasn't
there for you.

I just feel terrible
I wasn't more supportive.

No, I shouldn't have
asked you to be.

I loved you,

but I was hurting you.

So, I hear you're seeing
some hot white guy now.

How's that?

Sam told me.

Oh, you still talk to Sam?

No, but he called me up
after he got my news from Muna.

He related and he offered
to help me out,

to talk whenever I needed.

He welcomed me
into the Gay-rab family.

Sam was a better friend than me.

Listen, Mo.

You're a good friend,

and you were a great boyfriend,

when I fit into your life.

I just...

I just needed
some help problem-solving,

that's all.

And I'm constantly re-framing
everyone else's problems

as if they're my own,

which is not helpful.

I'm the worst.

You are the worst.

I'm kidding.

No one thinks that.

Sam loves you.

You deserve to be loved.

I'm proud of you.

Thanks.

Oh, it's a shame.

Your mom's really gonna
miss my mloukhieh this year.

Hungry?

I brought your favorite.

You can't tell from the outside,

but this bag is all ketchup.

Heard you've been eating alone.

Where'd you hear that?

I read it on the Internet.

No, really. I read
it on the Internet.

Your mom posted a
status about it.

That woman.

Well, no point in letting
that ketchup going to waste.

Seven minutes till I can eat.

Yeah. Like I don't know.

I don't even know
what to say at this point.

He sees me as this rigid,
self-centered loner

who runs from challenges.

And he's not wrong.

He's not wrong.

So surprise him.
Go out of your comfort zone.

Invite him to an orgy!

Come on!

Challenge yourself!

Look, life is messy,

but it's also exciting

and sometimes you
meet a Superman.

And sometimes you meet...

John.

John's not so bad.

John's an asshole,
and you know it.

But who cares about him.

Yallah, Mo, ya Mohammed,
go, find Kal, talk to Kal.

Just be open. Be honest.

I'm scared.

Trust me, habibi.

I know it might sound scary,

but right now,
it's your turn to be Maria,

to leave the convent,

get on that trolley,

and go get that captain.

Who are you right now?

I don't even know
what I'm saying right now.

What did you put
in this ketchup?

You should go see him.

I'm not just gonna show up
at his house.

- He's not home.
- How do you know?

The Internet told me.

Wait, what day is it?

Thursday, why?

Hey, Kal,

we're gonna take
the next one off your stomach.

I'll be right back.

Come on.

Okay, queens.

You're in
for a treat tonight.

We are about to take someone's
virginity right here

on this very stage.

It's his first time, so...

Hey, how's it going?

...lube up and be gentle.

Yeah, sorry.

♪ Climb
every mountain.

♪ Search high and low

♪ Follow every byway

♪ Every path you know

♪ A dream that will need

♪ All the love you can give

♪ Every day of your life

♪ For as long as you live

♪ Climb every mountain

♪ Ford every stream

♪ Follow every rainbow

♪ Till you find your dream

♪ Till you find your...

♪ Come on and find your dream ♪

I thought you hated karaoke.

I thought so too,

but someone told me to open up.

Something I have to
work on, I guess.

That was awesome.

Thank you.

You need to pay the choir.

Three hundoes. ATM's
by the bathroom.

Way to "Sing up, Louise!"

It's "out." "Sing out, Louise."

You and Sam made up, I see.

Yeah, he forgave me.

Everyone deserves
a second chance.

So, I was thinking.

Yeah?

Tomorrow is the last day
of fasting, and...

I was hoping we could break fast
together one last time?

You miss my cooking, huh?

I miss you.

And my family is coming over.

I would love for
them to meet you.

Oh, wow.

Really? Are you sure?

Okay.

You're going to love them.
They're very chill and low-key.

Shh! Mom. Mom. Mom!

Uh, Mama, this is...

I'll just shut this.

All right. So I see

a very big sort of stunt.

It's very, very...

Okay.

All right. So, there's like,
um, a pile of papers, like a stack,

like maybe, like a script?

Mama, you shouldn't have.

El fatiha.

Let's eat.

- Yes.
- Oh, my goodness.

- Um...
- I did, tante.

Save me some. It was delicious.

"Easy, Miss. I've got you."

"You've got me, who's got you?"