Kim's Convenience

Mr. Kim. It is me, Enrique.

Yah, I know. You don't have to announce.

You've probably noticed, I haven't been in much lately.

No, not really.

I know that is your pride speaking.

But, uh, this thing between us,

it must end.

I don't know what you talking.

I've chosen to end my boycott of your store,

even though...

Hurtful words have been said on both sides.

- I don't remember any words. - On both sides.

- So I am here to... - Stop.

What?

Just stop.

That's why I'm here. To stop the feud.

And I need orange juice.

You looking for lots of orange juice.

No, I'm looking for a hug, Mr. Kim.

I want to bury the hatchet.

Yah, I don't think so.

I can wait here all day.

No customer allowed behind counter.

- Air Enrique coming in for a landing!

Oh, I don't like how that feels.

Why you still doing then?

How long have you had that lump?

"Lump"? Where?

Right... Right here. Does this hurt?

- I'll palpate it. - What? No PalPay.

What did you PalPay? I don't like a PalPay.

No, "palpate" it. It means to touch.

Mr. Kim, I'm a nurse.

And in my professional opinion as a nurse,

you should see a doctor.

So, it's the same cereal but it comes in these little

individually wrapped, personal portion, little boxes

and there's a bunch of them.

Size we have is the size we have.

Oh, okay.

So you don't carry

- the little boxes? - Yeah.

We hiding ones you wanting

unless you know secret password.

Appa! Sorry, we don't have. You still want that one?

No...

I'm okay. Thanks anyway.

Okay, bye-bye.

What's your problem today?

- Good news. - Oh, good news. What is?

It seems your daughter has been invited

to the dean's awards ceremony. 'Cause...

I'm getting the Eleanor Bradshaw Award for Excellence!

Can you believe it?

Oh, that's so good, Janet!

A first-year student has never received it.

You hear, Appa?

Of course, I hear. I'm right here.

So say "congratulate."

I was going to say "congratulate"

when you tell me to do what I was going to do.

- So do. - I was going to!

- What's your problem? - Ah, you, what's your problem?

You always interrupt every time.

I just thought you might want to know, or even come,

- but maybe you don't want to. - Oh!

So now I not even good enough to come to award?

Perfect day just get worse.

Appa!

What was that?

You know your Appa.

You what's most important. I so proud of you, Janet.

It's just an award, Umma.

You is award.

I like mayonnaise.

Yeah, but a tuna sandwich is tuna

and a little bit of mayonnaise. Look at this.

You've completely gone the other way.

- It's how I like it. - How do you eat like this

- and look like that? - Hey, I need your help.

I've narrowed it down to these two dresses for tonight.

What do you think?

Flowers. Definitely.

I know, right?

We're gonna have a blooming

good time.

I don't know why I said that.

It's perfect. You'll look great.

Thank you.

Orange you glad I kept the receipt for this one?

Okay.

Oh, relax.

- It's not what you think. - Oh!

So you're not going on a date with our boss?

It's a management symposium. It's work.

- Yeah. That was no work dress. - Whatever.

A few weeks ago, you told Shannon

so you wouldn't have to go to a Raptors game with her.

- The Raptors! - I gotta go, for the job.

- What? - What?

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Shannon? - She's actually really nice.

You think you know a guy. Grow up together,

share an apartment, wear each other's underwear.

- You wear my underwear? - It's a metaphor,

but, yeah, I do.

I was wondering why they're always in the laundry.

- Don't change the subject. - Stay away from my underwear.

Tell Shannon that.

You know I see TV show last night about a man,

perfect healthy, very handsome,

and then he, uh...

Find a strange lump on back.

Yes! I saw that very program.

Really?

And he had a lump on his neck the size of a plump melon.

And you saw what happened when they tried to

- remove it. - He was happy.

He hemorrhaged from the severed blood vessels

feeding that bocce-ball sized lump.

Oh, that's a different TV show.

In this one, man not die.

Oh, that is like the other one I saw then.

Again, tumour the size of a baby's head.

But this thing kept growing

until the man couldn't walk,

couldn't talk.

Couldn't have sex with his wife.

Yeah. I don't think that's the one I talking about.

It's amazing how quickly these things happen.

Remember Mr. Singh?

Monday, we are on the golf course.

Tuesday, he goes to the hospital

for a simple procedure.

Friday, we're at his funeral.

The irony was that Mr. Singh broke 80 that day.

The game of his life.

Huh.

Oh, there you are.

- Hi. - Hey.

So it was just brought to my attention that,

FYI, at the conference,

there's a room.

- A room? - Yeah.

Because most of the managers are from out of town,

they're all getting a room at the hotel.

And apparently, that includes us.

I mean, me. FYI.

That's great. I hear it's a great hotel.

I know, right? I thought about telling them

that I don't need a room, I mean, we live here.

I live here.

Oh, no, you should... You should totally keep it.

You never know when you're going to need a room.

In case you get tired or need to iron something.

Exactly. Or, or same for you.

I mean not iron something, but say you had too much to drink.

I'm not saying you have a drinking problem.

I'm actually not even allowed to ask.

- I don't. - And I didn't ask.

But if you did have a little too much to drink,

you could take the room.

Or you.

Or you could take the room is, is...

- what I'm saying. - Yeah. Of course.

That makes perfect sense.

- Okay, back to work. - Yeah.

Oh. Where you coming from?

Why are you reading about lumps?

- Who was? - Someone was.

"Suspicious lumps," "irregular lumps,"

- "pregnant babes". - Uh, that one just pop up.

What's going on, Appa?

Okay.

You can't tell anyone what I tell you.

What did you tell me?

What I'm going to tell you, now.

What is it?

There is a lump on...

Umma?

Yeah.

That's why you guys were acting weird earlier.

Mmm-hmm.

- Is it cancer? Where is it? - No, no.

It's just a small lump on back. Don't worry.

I do lots of reading and most lumps is just no big deal.

- Where is she? - Stop! Yeah.

Umma make me promise not to tell.

- So? - So, even if probably nothing,

your Umma is a very scared.

When was she going to tell me?

After we see doctor. Then you know.

Promise.

Umma?

Oh, Janet, good.

Oh!

Okay, okay. That's enough.

- You okay? - Yeah, of course.

How are you? Never mind,