My mother is so caring and so loving.

You know, because if they're Middle East and they like kill you with like feeding you and they feed you so much, you wanna die.

But you know, my mom knows me so well she does this one thing that drives me crazy.

Like I, you know, I came home the other day and she says, "Hey, come here, come here, come here."

I'm like, "What?"

She goes, "I bought some organic tomato juice."

Now I hate tomatoes.

She knows I hate tomatoes and she does it like it's a secret.

"It's good for you."

"Mom, I don't like tomatoe juice."

"No, no, no. Have some. It's good for your hair, for your heart, for your brain, for your manhood, everything."

"Mom, I hate tomato juice."

"OK. OK. OK. That mans you're dead. OK. Don't worry about it. OK, go, it's OK."

OK. But she doesn't give up.

This is just the beginning.

I think it's really over. No!

They set up the table.

My sisters come there cheering tomato juice.

"Oh my God. What a fantastic tomato juice."

"Oh, you know, you want some?"

"No, I'm okay."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"It's okay."

They eat, they finish.

My mom doesn't give up.

She leans in, pours a whole glass of tomato juice.

"Just have a little bit."

"Come on, come on have a little bit."

You know, at that point I'm losing, I'm like, "Mom, I don't want any tomato juice."

"What is wrong with you?"

"It's not like anybody forcing you."

"Nobody's twisting your arm."

'You don't wanna drink it, don't drink it, you're crazy like your father."

"Your father is crazy like you. Get out of my house. Get out of my house."

"Mom, I'm sorry. Bring the whole bottle of tomato juice."

"The whole right now. Very good."