Afula Express Page #3

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Mrs. Houdini!

A cashier! But that doesn't make

you a better magician!

I get it. -What?

-You're jealous!

That you can't do

one lousy card trick? -Exactly

Who can't? -You can't!

Pick a card.

-Stop already!

Pick a card!

What do you care?

If it works, I don't go to

your queer nephew's Bar Mitzvah.

It's a dumb bet.

You can't do it.

We'll see. Pick a card.

Did you pick one? -Yes.

Do you remember it? -Yes

The king of clubs.

What is it?

Tell me.

Yes. -Yes what?

-Yes.

Wow! First time it worked!

Congratulations, Batya! Where's Davy?

-Why didn't he come?

Now pull the head.

That's it!

-Now grab the legs.

Put me back together now!

Who says I know how?

Shimon, this box is

what I've been missing!

It's easy!

It's all in the equipment!

I feel the tide turning.

We're going to make it.

You and me. -Forget it.

Hey, ugly! Discuss you future

after you put me together!

Hey, Batya!

You're just in time!

What a mess!

I had a big breakthrough today!

-You embarrassed me today!

Everyone at the Bar Mitzvah

talked behind my back.

Come on, Dingbat.

Magic is.

I had to lie to my mother.

"He's busy working, Mom."

Magic isn't just make-believe.

It's me forcing you to choose

what you think you chose.

Get it? Do you think

we really cut her in half?

Where'd you get the box, jerk?

Box?! It's a grand illusion!

I bought it.

Grand bullshit! How much?

Nothing. I bought it on credit.

Answer. -You answer.

It's probably your mother.

-You answer.

What's your problem?

Who? Which Chaim?

Chaim!

I didn't recognize your voice!

It's Chaim, my agent!

I don't believe it!

He got me a job!

He's the real magician.

No, that's just Mrs. Houdini.

What? A show tomorrow?

Tomorrow?! Give me a pen.

I need a pen!

Yes. What?

Where? Yashrash?

Yashrash!

The Yemenite village?

I know where it is. Up north.

Don't worry. I've mastered

the grand illusion!

A gift from my girlfriend.

That's love for you.

Don't worry.

I'll deal with the union.

Of course I'll have an assistant.

It'll be an amazing show! The

Yemenites will never forget it!

Bye, Chaim.

Later alligator.

Where are you such a b*tch? -Me?

Killing my career when it's

starting? -What career, moron?

Go make a fool of yourself!

-Jealous again!

You're nuts!

Jealous of a Bar Mitzvah in

a Yemenite village?!

It's a jubilee celebration!

Make a fool of yourself.

I won't be there.

Wrong again.

-I'm warning you, David.

Imagine this.

Both of us on stage...

You in a mini and a fancy hairdo

and the crowd's screaming:

David, David!

-Forget it.

No. -Then remember this.

I'm not anyone's assistant

and I'm not going. Period!

Do we have enough gas?

Trust me! You're in good hands.

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