Amreeka Page #4

You're dead now, you f***.

"Opportunity"...

"Click here to show"...

Work from home.

Achieve your dreams!

Lose weight... earn a living.

The herbalist respect.

Oh so um...

my mom heard me

talking to James on the phone

and she like, totally f***ed up.

So don't even mention

his name, alright?

Where have you been?

Oh my God. Jesus!

Mom, what are you doing?

Where have you been, Aunty?

We're so worried.

Oh, we just went

to a movie.

Who went with you?

No one.

It was just us two.

With James.

He wasn't there?

You are grounded one month.

What?!

This is ridiculous!

Aunty, Jim is

a friend of mine.

Drinking with drugs,

or God knows what.

God, is that all you think

that people do here?

- Yes.

- Well, here's a shocker, Mom.

We live in America.

We're American!

As long as you live in this house,

you live in Palestine!

You're delusional!

Fadi...

Then don't.

Because you snore.

Then go sleep

and get out of my grill.

Since now.

I'm homeless.

- It's your home.

- It's Mum and Dad's home.

I have no control

over it.

Lamis doesn't want me

in her room

and I'm sick of living with someone

who doesn't want me.

- She wishes I was never born.

- No, no, it's not true.

Why don't you come back

with me to your room?

It's your room now.

We can share it.

Fadi's just sleeping

at the couch.

Come on.

Welcome to White Castle.

How can I help you?

I'll have the... number four

with chicken wings.

And diet coke.

You like to lose weight?

Excuse me?

You like me...

We're fat in the middle.

You need this...

Herbal Lose.

You know, we need help

at the grill.

You gotta pay

for what you did, bro.

I don't need this.

- Man, I don't want to fight with you, okay?

- You want to fight with me?

Well, you should have thought of it

before you messed with my truck!

I didn't mess

with your truck!

Hey, Muna.

There's someone here for you.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Your sister's at the bank.

- Yes?

- I told here you were out to lunch.

I hope that's okay.

She said your son got into

some trouble at school.

One minute, okay?

What happened?

Well, he got into a fight.

There's some... bruising

but I don't think it's too bad.

Some a**hole.

Why did

they beat you in?

Up, Mom, up!

Up, in...

Just... don't worry about it.

It's my problem.

And you are

my problem.

I don't want to be

your f***ing problem.

Fadi, have some respect.

Nothing. Just...

don't want to be here.

Home.

Just somewhere where people

aren't stupid enough to think

I'll blow myself up.

Who said that?

Can I go to class now?

Yeah, sure.

You're alright?

You need a ride?

No, thank you.

I'm looking for my sister.

She said she have

to pick up the dry-cleaning.

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