- Omer: I pray every night. For him to die.
- Omer's Friend: How's he going to die?
- Omer: Out of sickness.
- Omer's Friend: Has he not gotten better?
- Omer: An accident, then.
- Omer's Friend: Maybe he'd fall from the minaret!
- Omer: A snake could bite him.
- Omer's Friend: Even if it did, it wouldn't kill him.
- Omer: Scorpion! Didn't uncle Halil's grandson die of a scorpion sting?
- Omer's Friend: He was a baby, though.
- Omer: But if there are two or three of them! I'll find them.