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Driver: Good Morning, folks. Where to?
Yael: To Ben Gurion (airport)
Driver: Ben Gurion: No, no. Impossible!
Nir: But why?
Driver: Because I only work in Jerusalem.
Yael: But we spoke with somebody and he said you would take us.
Driver: Are you sure, lady?
Yael: What do you mean? Of course I'm sure! Aren't you from "Nesher"?
Driver: No, No way!
Nir: Listen, this isn't funny! It can't be!
We have a flight in three more hours!
Yael: This is simply awful! What can be done?
Drive: Wait a second . . .Who did you speak with, Ma'am?
Yael: I don't remember . . .with Moshe, perhaps?
Driver: We don't have (any) Moshe.
Yael: Maybe Meir . . .Menachem, Menasheh? Something with a mem
Driver: I'm very sorry, folks . . .
Nir: Wait a minute! Here comes another taxi—and it's from "Nesher"
Yael: Thank God!
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