Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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