The Garden of Allah1936

Batouch:
If only I could teach you English. Its the only language low enough to describe you. Hadj... I want to go home. I hate the desert...

Hadj:
I want go home. I hate desert.

Batouch:
Allah be praised. At last.

[Runs to Domini]

Batouch:
Madame, Madame,

Domini Enfilden:
Yes, Batouch.

Batouch:
Madame, Everyday we go further and further into the desolation. And, I, but, please don't think that I complain, Madame. But, its Hadj here and all the others. They're all complaining. They all want to go back. Ask him for yourself, Madame. So great is his yearning, he's even learned English, that he may tell you...

Hadj:
I want desert. I hate home.

[Camel cries out]

Batouch:
[to Hadj] Go give your brother some hay. He's crying.

[Runs after Domini who's walking away]

Batouch:
Madame. Madame. Madame.

Domini Enfilden:
You better give him another English lesson, Batouch.

Batouch:
Yes, Madame. Oh, cursed is the man with relatives. Do you have them in Europe too?

Domini Enfilden:
We'll discuss that another time, Batouch.

Batouch:
Yes, Madame.