Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A Djinn? Of course. At least, that is what my father told me.
Nani, why did you send this to me?
(WOMAN SPEAKING URDU OVER PA)
WALEED: Push! Now!
No.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)
-Bye. -OWAIS: Bye-bye.
-And I thought I needed a break. -(CHUCKLES)
-Hi. -Hi.
MUNEEBA: Kamala, your room is on the right.
Kamala, you remember your cousins, right?
(SPEAKING HINDI)
(GRUNTING)
You know, you liked them as a child.
AISHA: If there's even a chance this bangle
AADAM: Come on.
WALEED: For hundreds of years, that scarf has protected the identity
-Who are you? -What are you?
Thank you.
One more left and then right, little bit right. Okay?
KAREEM: Hold on tight.
When you're ready, we have much to discuss.
Do you know what it says?
(HORN HONKING)
Ammi.
My passport is Pakistani, my roots are in India.
Well, it's quite Muneeba, though. She always was a bit of a rebel.
FAIZAAN: All right. You ready for the best meal of your life?
It is not about how I see the vision or if you are a Djinn.
(IN ENGLISH) Kamala, please don't be weird. We're here to visit.
Even at my age, I'm still trying to figure out who I am.
-Is it that train from that night? -Yes.