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?"