Syifa: Abang, Adik nak tanya.
Iqbal: Hm, tanyalah.
Syifa: What is your ideal type?
Iqbal: Ideal type?
Syifa: Yup. Macam abang suka mata dia ke, kening dia ke
Iqbal: Hmm
Iqbal terbayangkan wajah Qaisarah
Iqbal: Bagi abang, abang suka...... mata.
Syifa: Berikan sebab anda
Iqbal terdiam sejenak
Iqbal: Because every time she smile, her eyes will squint like a crescent moon.
