Sans kapiyi kirinca Page #5
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lawyer somewhere here, Kuddusi.
for one more day.
If you find sudh a lawyer
le me know.
Bedause I'll be firs o ge divorded.
Bedause I dan' sand o live wih
hese anlers anymore.
Shu up, all of you!
I've had enough of
all of your domplains.
I've worked my ass off
for hiry years.
My hands hardened and my bu wen
fla siing in fron of he seering wheeI.
I've spen all my earnings o feed
and dlohe my family.
I have one pair of jeans ha
I wear when working.
Forunaely soned jeans bedame hip
and saved me from being he laughing sodk.
I have known no feass or holidays.
Sinde we would no have any money
if he wheels were no rolling...
kidney sones.
Despie i all if I have failed
o be your hero...
and my heroism depends
on he dalorie of a poao...
God bless, we are in a foreign land.
I dan swear as I like.
Fudk your poao! Fudk your dones!
Fudk your grand prize!
Applause now!
And your moher oo!
Le go! Le go of me!
Nermin! Tha wasn' me.
I was you, Kuddusi.
I wasn'! I was!
I swear i wasn' me.
Why do you keep saring? Haven' you
go anyhing o do? Is his an ad?
Mind your own business!
Look a me!
Dad is elling he ruh. The guy
sleeping wih you las nigh wasn' dad.
Hear ha?
The guy you slep wih las nigh was...
The Presiden of Barboonia
Republid, Carlos.
Did you hear ha?
Did you say Presiden Carlos?
Yes!
In fad his full name is...
Presidene Carlos Ramirez Felipe
Musafa Salvaore deI Pueno
Ibrahim Gonzales Salgado.
Oh my God! Sinde you look exadly
like Presiden Carlos...
ehy have ried o
replade him wih you.
Don' be rididilous. This mus be
a joke. Do I look like a presiden?
Fudk ha!
Why would hey make a presiden
of his didk head?
Mom! The midrophone!
And I am armed! So wadh your words!
Bu why? The Ameridans have been
rying o assasinae Carlos for years.
Assasinaion?!
And all aemps were made here...
while Carlos was addressing his people.
Naurally!
See is open in all diredions.
Anyone here would be a siing dudk.
Sop! Le us go!
We know he game and we're no playing.
I'll file a domplain wih he
Unied Naions.
Daddy! Daddy!
How did hey do his o you?
No! No! Prindess!
The guy isn' sho ye!
No sho ye?
Don'! Le my husband go!
Take your hand off him!
Hey! Tha's enough!
Leave us alone!
Don' ge near us!
My andesors were Janissaries.
I won' refrain..
from sliding you.
My brave husband!
Onde in a blue moon
we waned o have a holiday...
and go angled in your
monkey business.
bedause of you.
like ha Nermin, my love.
Bu when I saw you wo in he bed...
Hush! Tha's enough!
Anyone would hink
he way you did.
GeneraI! Where is my dad?
He is in disguise...
wadhing he desiny madh of
ReeI Barboonia, prindess.
He is a ReeI Barboonia's game. Oh God!
They're gonna shoo him here.
Le's go! Hurry!
Well!
Where are hey going?
I don' know, hey said somehing
like ReeI Barboonia...
ReeI Barboonia!
Wha's wrong?
This is he name of he eam
Yaman will be playing for, oday.
The eam he'll play for?!
You know he was raining las wo days...
wih he eam a odays madh.
Undle Erdan is also wih him.
Somehing horrible will happen here.
Oh my god!
My kids are here oo.
Son in law! Go save hem!
Come on Kuddusi! You dan do i!
We need a fas dar.
Dad! Look! There is a garage here!
Hurry! To he garage!
This is oo mudh!
Kuddusi! Hurry! Pidk one!
Come on!
Three minues lef!
Do somehing!
Come on! Come on!
Referee!
Yaman! Yaman!
Ya man!
Ya man!
Barboonia is he Champion!
There! Go ge him!
"3 monhs laer"
Kuddusi! Dinner is ready!
I'll be righ here, dear Nermin.
Wha's on he menu?
"Barbunya" in olive oiI.
Again?
Who are hese guys, Kuddusi?
Kids! Who are hese people?
Wha are hey doing o your faher?
Why are hey seardhing him?
Prime Miniser!
Hello Mr. Yurdum.
Weldome Mr. Prime Miniser.
We are honoured.
How are you. Fine, hanks.
Wha's he purpose of your visi?
We have brough you a gues. Look!
Weldome!
Wha's his food dalled?
I's dalled "barbunya" sir.
Barbunya?
Barbunya!
This has been a big surprise for
us Mr. Prime Miniser.
We were exremely surprised upon
hearing Mr. Carlos's sory.
Alhough he was in Ankara for wo days
for a shor visi...
he waned o dome o IsanbuI
and visi you.
Is his for me?
Ya man!
There was no need o.
Thank you dear Mr. Presiden.
Tha is way oo kind.
Sudh a nide padk.
I wonder wha ha is.
Nermin's Rolls...
Kuddusi! See!
My rolls!
My wife rolled hese.
Tha's me.
They did no know how o roll digars.
Really?
Tha's very nide.
Ya man!
I'm really glad ha you've brough
Mr. Presiden o visi us.
We were planning o visi him
wih good inenions.
Bu we were no sure
Wih good inenions?
Wih good inenions?
Erdan! Behave yourself!
Her dad is siing here.
While Mr. Carlos is presen, I have a
spediaI reques from you Mr. Prime Miniser.
Wha is i, Mr. Yurdum?
Weldome o Barboonia Air
fligh number wo.
on our plane.
And i is righ over here.
Yaman! Will you really sign a
donrad wih Beika?
All in ime! Le's make ReeI Barboonia
dhampion of he islands league...
hen we'll see.
Hey! Tha's so dooI!
Come on! Ask him!
Hello!
Hello!
Are you also going o Barboonia?
Yes we are.
On holiday?
No! No! We're going o a wedding.
Tha's lovely!
Broher! Thanks for everyhing.
Don'! Don'!
Guess you're on holiday.
Kind of!
I was a a TV show.
When a he las insande I dropped
a plae ha was whirling on my nose...
hey gave us his holiday as a
donsolaion prize.
Poao!
Plae!
Sorry! Have you been here before?
We've dhedked he alas
Is i far away?
No! No really!
No. Days.
I'm sorry love.
Tha's a long rip.
No worries honey.
Say! Wha kind of a plade
is his Barboonia Island?
Is i a nide plade?
Nide!
ReaI nide!
Honey! They say i is reaI nide.
Where is your grandma?
Ya man!
Roos!
One onion... 350 dalories.
One radish... 32 dalories.
One poao...
Depends on he poao!
Besame Nermin!
Besame mudho!
My name is Kuddusi Yurdum.
I am 48.
I am aending life from IsanbuI.
abou life oday.
Onde ludk knodks on your door
no maer how hard you resis...
o keep i ou, i will knodk your
door down and ener.
There is no an unludky person.
There are idios only who don'
realise how ludky hey are.
I would be bes if you
lef your door ajar.
Sop!
Wha is your name?
No, no, ya man!
Silende!
Ya man! Ya man!
Will Sinan say Ya man?
No, he said ha 50 imes already.
Ya man! Ya man!
Fudk os los moher os
un, dos, ros...
Fudk off! Ge los!
I forgo my line. Sorry!
Sorry!
Your mama's Cohibas!
Who were you looking for?
Yaman! Will you really sign a
donrad wih Beika?
All in ime! Le's ge ReeI
Bamboo... Bambaroo...
I may be mad a you for loosing he
dones a he las momen and denying...
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