Recep Ivedik Page #3

...but you have all black males.

Are you into body building?

No, I'm into body builders.

They're so wet, hot...

...all sweaty.

Screw you, don't piss me off.

Pull over here.

- Pull over!

- You got me wrong there.

I'll stick that gear lever

up your ass:

I just wanted to have a decent

conversation and you're after my ass.

- You misunderstood me.

- Fatsy! Sexmaniac!

- I'll get out here.

- Allright, bro. Fine.

You're acting stupid.

F*** off. Shame on you.

F*** off and

don't drive me nuts!

Is Ankara this way?

You're completely wrong,

it's this way. Turn around.

Come this way.

I'll come with you.

Just go...

Stop right there.

Turn around here.

Drive 700-800 km straight on

and you'll get to Ankara.

- Damn you!

- Stop cursing early in the morning.

Oh my.

Look here, Rapunzel.

Is Muhsin here?

You mean Mr Muhsin?

What's this about?

It's private. I have something

that belongs to him.

I see. Do you have

an appointment?

I don't like appointments.

I prefer living spontaneous.

A procrastinated, complaining life.

What's that got to do

with anything?

Go find me Muhsin.

Don't trouble me.

- Where do you come from?

- From home.

I fought wolves, wrestled

with truckers.

I'll handle it, Ayegl.

Yes, sir. What's this about?

God almighty.

You take turns in asking

what's what.

You make such a fuss! I found

Mr. Muhsin's wallet...

...and brought it here

from Istanbul.

Give it to me and

I'll hand it over to him.

- Yeah, right!

- What's going on?

Bullshit! Does this look

like the eye of a dupe?

- What do you mean?

- You're going to pocket it, right?

You're going to grab it, huh?

You hyena.

Swipe it all, huh?

You snake.

You're completely wrong, sir.

You managers are all

flattering dogs.

You're all brown-nosers

when the boss is around.

When they leave,

you're the king.

What are you saying?

Go get me Muhsin. Move it.

I'll give it to him in person.

Allright. Calm down.

Can I get an ID?

Please, wait here.

I'll be over there.

Sir, what happened here?

Two kids came along. One from

here, the other from over there.

They started to fight,

came all the way here.

One of them hit the other

in the head.

I caught him in the air and

kicked him that way.

Then I slapped the other one.

He rolled over to the hall.

The vase began to sway.

I couldn't catch it.

Whatever. Mr. Muhsin is waiting

for you. I'll handle this. Follow me.

Get this cleaned.

- Get it all cleaned up.

- I'll handle it sir.

What a fine coffee.

- Enjoy.

- Muhsin, are you a kid?

You can't take care

of your wallet.

Those rocker guys

you call irresponsible...

...have their wallets all chained up,

but you lose it.

What an absurd, unruly,

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