Hababam Sinifi 3,5 Page #2

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Wee-Wee Island as well?!

Just open the door!

Take your shoes out!

Who am I talking to?

- Are those piglets gone?

- Yes, sir.

Pray for snow. Or else our plan

goes down the drain.

I'll sure pray!

The adventure begins.

- Little more left.

- Yes, sir.

No begging here. This is

a school. Shame on you!

It's you?

You're great.

Psycho. What are you doing!?

You're piercing my dad.

Stop that!

Little more to the left.

These are our

new friends.

Rezzan, zge and Tue.

Perfect.

Well, girls...

Take your shoes out.

I'm begging you!

Take this too!

What are you throwing at me?

Do I look like a monkey to you?

Next to the table.

Mr. Bedri.

Mrs. Sheyla is here.

Welcome.

Nice to meet you.

Welcome.

First I'd like to

give you the money.

Thanks.

Can I have

a wine glass?

Wine glass! Right away.

Here you are.

- Thanks.

- Not at all!

Midget.

Good evening, Midget.

What are you doing here

at this hour?

- I came for the test.

- Which test?

Don't know. Mr. Bedri said we

were to make a test.

A test at this unholy hour.

Test. Now I got it.

Why don't I get it?

You'll get it soon enough.

- Jesus! What was that?!

- An owl.

Oh my God!

Jesus!

Run! Run!

Oh my God!

What's going on?!

Good God!

Yusuf! You're going to die, Yusuf!

Mr. Bedri?!

What Bedri?! I'm telling you,

you're going to die!

A mortal should be

somewhat scared.

Mortal?!

My God!

Help!

Help! Help!

Mr. Kamil?

Run away,

sharks!

What!? Sharks?!

Oh no!

Shoo! Noo!

Take me with you!

Help!

Police! Coast Guard!

Help!

Hello, Mr. Yusuf!

Mr. Yusuf?

Mr. Yusuf.

That's it!

That's my system!

Mr. Bedri. Mr. Yusuf

won't wake up!

Slap him in the face.

That will wake him up.

Come in!

- How was I, Mr. Bedri?

- Outstanding!

Really? Did you like

my acting?

More than that.

You were great.

You should attend

a drama school.

At this age?

Education has nothing to do

with age. You're talented.

Arda, I'll kick you

in the face...

...and your eyelashes

will fall out!

The Lord is our shepherd!

Mr. Yusuf, no!

It's me, Niyazi. Don't hit.

Oh no! What is Mr. Yusuf doing?!

Exorcism of course!

May God help him.

Don't hit!

Who's she?!

Who?

Your stepmother, Ercment!

Your stepmother!

Stepmother?

Her feet are backwards!

Yes, Ercment!

Very nice and

decorative, right?

Mama!

Yes, son?

Kiss your mother's hand!

Her hands are backwards too.

No! No!

No! Oh my God!

What's going on here?

What's with this wedding?

Good God!

You're going to call me mother.

You'll say mummy to me!

Who are you?

Am I drunk or what?

Help me, God!

- The garden is full with cement!

- So?

Idiot Ercment!

What's happening to me?

What did I possibly take?

Come to your senses.

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