Examples of using "Dima" in a sentence and their english translations:
"It's Dima!" Dima exclaimed. "Is your caller ID not working or something?"
"Dima?" the man that Dima called "Al-Sayib" asked. "I don't know any Dima. Sorry. I think you've got the wrong number."
"Surely," Dima grinned. "You must be joking!"
"In one night," Dima added.
"I really need some new clothes," thought Dima.
"Thanks," Dima said as he dialed the number.
"Do you know the country code for Lebanon?" Dima asked.
"I really need some new clothes," thought Dima.
"99 kopeks," Dima stated proudly. "I need 99 kopeks."
Trying on the suit, Dima found it to be too big.
"Walakum-us-Salam, Al-Sayib!" Dima replied. "What are you up to these days?"
"International TV?" Dima asked. "What are you talking about, Al-Sayib?"
"Do friends sleep with friends and then murder them?" Dima asked in return.
"I need some money," Dima said, with a tone of embarrassment.
"Dima?!" Al-Sayib was so shocked that he dropped his Fanta on his computer, thereby ruining his noob hunt. "Dima?! Is that really you?!"
"Dima..." Al-Sayib said. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
Thankfully, there was an Armani store just outside the alley where Dima had slept.
"I'm in an Armani store buying a suit, of course" Dima replied.
"To be honest," said Dima. "I really can't remember who they were..."
Dima slept with 25 men in one night and then killed them.
Reaching into his pocket, Dima pulled out a giant briefcase.
By the time that he tried 966, Dima was beginning to give up hope.
Dima slept with 25 men in one night and then killed them.
Hiding from the police, Dima spent the night in a dumpster.
"But three million is all I have," Dima said. "No more, no less."
"I see," Dima sighed. "Sorry for the confusion, then. Enjoy your Fanta, and have a good day."
"I mean... my life," Dima said. "Anyway, there's 3,000,000 BYR in this briefcase."
"Well?" the impatient shopkeeper asked, once Dima had ended the call. "Is everything all set now?"
"Could it be...?" Dima wondered. "Did I finally get the right Al-Sayib?"
"Even worse!" Al-Sayib exclaimed. "They don't know what to do with you, Dima!"
"Well," said the shopkeeper, motioning for Dima to follow her to the cash register. "That'll be 3,000,000.99, then."
"Oh, well..." thought Dima. "I suppose that I can't be picky at a time like this."
"No," Dima replied. "To help me buy this Armani. I'm dirty, remember?"
"Don't worry," Dima attempted to put the woman at ease. "It's not mine."
Keeping the suit on, Dima walked out of the changing room and stated that he wanted to make the purchase.
"I... actually don't know that either," Dima admitted. "Sometimes, this story really doesn't make any sense."
"Dima..." Al-Sayib sighed. "How much is this phone call costing you? I bet you it's more than 99 kopeks, noob..."
The next morning, Dima got out of the dumpster, but only to realize that all of his clothes now smelled like garbage.
"Noobs," Al-Sayib stated. "If 25 people got killed by you, Dima, then they must have been noobs."
And just like that, Dima's childhood friend hung up, leaving Dima - as he was before - 99 kopeks short of his goal.
"I'd look like a real James Bond in that," Dima said to himself, then entered the store.
"It's fine," Dima laughed. "I'm still growing, after all. I'll grow into it."
"Just where are you, Dima?!" Al-Sayib asked, getting a towel to wipe the spilled Fanta.
"Noobs?" Dima asked, a slight hint of anger in his voice. "This isn't a video game, Al-Sayib! This is real life!"
"What do you mean?" Dima asked, but burped, for if he remained silent, this sentence would be too simple.
After listening to an Arabic song for ten seconds, Dima finally heard a familiar voice say, "As-Salamu Alaykum!"
"But that's ridiculous!" Dima protested. "Kopeks haven't been around in ages! And 0.99 isn't even a natural number!"
"Hold on," Dima said, taking out his phone. "I know someone who could lend me some money."
"Oh, it's a lot more," Dima smiled. "But actually, this is a collect call. So you're the noob, 'cause you're paying."
"Yes," Dima replied, brushing off a piece of half-eaten fish that had gotten stuck to his right sleeve. "I'd like to buy that one there."
"I'm in a terrible hurry... for reasons I can't say," Dima replied to the woman. "Please, just let me try on that suit there."
"No..." Dima sighed. "I think I called the wrong country. Let me try the other 960s."
"Well..." sighed Dima, then turned to the shopkeeper and cast her a murderous glance. "I guess I have no choice now..."
"Dima," Al-Sayib said sternly. "You know you're like a brother from another mother to me, but... cheating an Arab is unforgivable. Goodbye!"
As she fetched Dima the suit, the shopkeeper noticed smears of blood on his shirt, and couldn't help but stare in shock.
"Would you like to buy a suit?" the shopkeeper asked Dima, who brought the smells of the previous night with him as he walked through the door.
"But it's true!" Dima insisted. "They won't let me buy the suit unless I give them another 99 kopeks! Can't you wire me some money?"
"Huh?" Dima didn't understand. "But isn't this Al-Sayib? And aren't you drinking Fanta and telling noobs to shut up?"