Marjane's grandmother: So you're French, now?
Marjane as a teenager: Nana, stop it.
Marjane's grandmother: No no, I'm just asking, is all. I didn't know you were French.
Marjane as a teenager: Do you think it's easy being Iranian here? The moment I say where I'm from, they look at me like I'm a savage. They think we're all bloodthirsty, violent, loud fanatics.
Marjane's grandmother: Do you think that's any reason to deny your roots? Do you remember what I told you? Be true to yourself.