Olga: Hi, what you talking about?

Jožo: You, of course.

Olga: You what?

Jožo: Whether blonde birds are better than Muslim birds, and if Jami should get married to you.

Olga: My parents would cut me into little pieces.

Jami: Oh yeah? And why? There’s no bloke better than an Arab.

Olga: Oh sure. They lock their wives up at home, wrap a tablecloth round their heads, and stop them from working. And I could really do without eight kids. And anyway, I wouldn’t have you.

Jami: Dear Olga, you exaggerate. I also wouldn’t want a girl if I didn’t know what she looked like under all that makeup.