Only Human Page #2

Leni, take the girl.

Rafi, the clothes. God.

- What are you doing to my girl?

- What are you doing to her?

This is going to charity.

- I'm sorry. I didn't see her.

- It's not your fault. What?

- I want Band-Aids.

- Come on, I'll get you some.

I have a throbbing headache!

Here you go. Sit down.

Oh, God.

What's all this?

Hormones, for my cholesterol.

And anti-depressants.

Since when do you take

anti-depressants?

I don't remember.

The doctor prescribed them.

- Why?

- Because I asked him to.

- What kind of doctor is he?

- A very good one.

- Mom!

- What do you expect?

Your granddad depresses me,

your siblings depress me.

- Your father depresses me.

- Where is he, by the way?

Where he usually is.

At work until past midnight.

He has a lower position now.

They used to fire people,

now they lower their position.

I told him you were coming.

He'd rather work for a guy

he can't stand,

than come here

to meet his future son-in-law.

And your sister goes out

seven days a week

to get laid with total strangers.

Talk to her.

What shall I say to her?

That she's 28,

that she has a daughter.

- She has no job.

- What about her dancing?

It's not even enough

to live here for free.

She only thinks about getting laid.

She'll never meet a father

for her daughter.

- She needs some distraction.

- So do I.

But maternity and nymphomania

are not compatible.

What's so funny?

What if she catches AIDS?

She must take precautions.

She never took precautions in her life.

In the bedroom with the girl there.

What if she brings a rapist

or a murderer?

Why do you point at him?

You're right. God!

I'm sorry, Rafi.

You're going to be sick

of this crazy family.

- Of course not.

- Yes, you will.

What are you doing with that?

Let's talk about happy things.

- Where exactly are you from?

- Jerusalem.

Beautiful. Wonderful.

It's a shame I didn't go back there.

And your family?

My father is from Jerusalem

and my mother from Nablus.

I'm sure there aren't many

Jewish people there.

He's Palestinian.

- Who?

- Me.

Try on this dress.

It's yours.

- I don't want it anymore.

- It looks good on you.

- It's too small.

- Mom.

You're not reacting.

What do you want me to do?

Throw myself out the window?

- You're absolutely insane.

- Why?

Because the Palestinians

kill the Jewish,

and the Jewish

kill the Palestinians.

- We don't kill each other.

- Now.

But don't you see the hatred?

This won't work.

- It's already working.

- Because you just met.

Because we think the same way.

The Jewish and the Palestinians

don't think the same way.

- Some do, Mom.

- What if you have a child?

- He will bring peace.

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