what you keep sayin' my name for?
'bout a year. i sell "muhammad speaks" over the phone.
my father named me after sonja henie.
he was shot in a poker game when i was two. he don't do nothin'. sonja, on the other hand, was an ice skater, and my mother died when i was eleven.
godparents, but i been on my own, doing my own thing.
no. i gotta work, you know.
a record player? c'mon. how come it don't skip?
herbert said you met the beatles.
he's my favorite.
what he say?
wow.
yeah.
i'm takin' you there.
well, i'm not too busy right now, so. i'll think on it.
cover my hair? no make-up? long dresses? honey, please. were you a virgin?
'cause you so "gone" off a little good time.
thank you so much.
my "spirit"?
you serious?
huh? how you do that? step over a broom. shazaam. you a muslim?
baby, maybe you ain't ever gonna be with any other.
i'm changing my damn clothes! you didn't like what i was wearin'!
i fine runnin' around in all these cute short things for you. i submissive to you. but i ain't gonna be submissive to the brother x's and what they think. they askin' me questions alla time anyway.
about you and us and i ain't tellin' 'em shit.
i don't drink. i don't smoke. i converted to islam for you and.
all except the dress! i ain't puttin' no bleached-out, double- ugly bedsheets on this body, honey! i'm normal!
you okay? what's wrong?
i'm dyin' and'cause this is how i dress! i dyin' for you out of worry.
yeah. and all you care about is if i look dull enough?
well, sorry you don't like how i am.