Ali: “Fuck that, how could my wife wear a swimsuit like this one?
And stand in front of men, while they look at her thighs?
Does it not bother you, Sherif, the idea of your wife wearing a swimsuit?”
Sherif: “A cover-up is okay!”

Hisham: “She could even wear a bikini,
As long as we’re not going to the beach in Sidi Bishr or something.”

Ali: “And the men in Sharm ElSheikh don’t have penises?
I mean, no offense, but your wife in a swimsuit is practically naked.
And standing in front of them like that. You think they won’t look? Are they not men?”

Hisham: “Listen, it depends on where and with whom she’s swimming and what her swimsuit looks like.
I won't take her swimming in Bianki or a crowded spot,
But maybe as long as she’s with our friends, or at a place abroad.”
Ali: “So those friends of ours are not men?
I mean, I look!”

Sherif: “That’s why we never go to the beach with you.”
Hisham: “And just so you know, I’d take her to a topless beach too.”

Ali: “That’s because you’re not a man. You’re a pimp,
And the person you’d marry would be a @#$٪&”
Hisham: “You’re sick!”

Ali: “Whatever you do, they’re still going to look, and size them up!”

Sherif: “That’s why I’m marrying a veiled woman.
They don’t wear swimsuits.”