DEVRIM: Do you think my toes are changing because of the deportation?
DEVRIM: Do you think my toes are changing?
AUTUMN: Your toes?
DEVRIM: My toes.
AUTUMN: Your foot-fingers?
DEVRIM: No! My toes. My toes.
DEVRIM: Yes. Toets.
DEVRIM: Honey don't write it!
DEVRIM: (under his breath) Kill you.
I can not say I am always right. But this time I found the right woman.
She doesn't always understand Devrim.