"Whaddayawant?" he sneers.
Joe's explains quietly that they've a room reserved, Mary's expectin' any time soon. Receptionist looks 'em up and down.
"You Mooslums? You gotta beard. We don't let no Mooslums in here. Boss says so."
"Honest, we're not religious," Joe says, wondering why it matters.
"You gotta beard. Must be a Mooslum. Can't stay here with a beard."
They end up sleeping in the car park. Mary loses the baby.