|Will you marry me? Not a hope!|
Jožo: So Jami, what do you reckon to European girls?
Jami: Well, blondes I could go for, we don’t have any where I’m from.
Jožo: What about Czech or Slovak birds?
Jami: Uhhhh ….
Jožo: Don’t give us that. What about Magda, for instance. She doesn’t look at all bad in those glasses of hers...
Jami: Pretty good, I agree. But it’s not that easy for me ...
Jožo: Yeah it is, you just invite her out somewhere!
Jami: Well, I could do that. But at the end of the day I have to get married to a Muslim woman...
Jožo: You what? Pull the other one … I mean, you’re kidding, right?
Jami: Why d’you think so? It’s normal.
Jožo: My parents pretend they’re oh-so tolerant. But then, one time I said I quite liked Andrea, and the next thing they’re telling me how she’s a Roma so she’ll soon be fat and ugly, and that even though she’s nice she’s got a family, and they’ll have theft and laziness in their genes.