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Get down off of there, roach. That record is just like Ex-lax.
Every time I put it on, you have to go to the bathroom.
-What are you doing? -Gimme a drink.
We're closed. Nice people...
don't drink on Pesach. They go to the synagogue.
So what are you doing here?
Somebody's got to keep an eye on the place.
There are a lot of little thieves out there. One of them could get into your house.
Especially if you leave the door open.
You can pray here, too.
Here or in the synagogue, to God it's the same difference.
Come over here and sit down.
"My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold...
his cheeks are as a bed of spices."
"Even though he hasn't washed since last December."
"His eyes are as the eyes of doves...
his body is as bright ivory...
his legs are as pillar of marble."
"ln pants so dirty they stand by themselves."
"He is altogether lovable."
"But he'll always be a two-bit punk...
so he'll never be my beloved."
"What a shame!"
Somebody's there.
There ain't nobody.
-It's Max. -Ah, so that's who it was.
Noodles!
Go on, run. Your mother's calling you.
Noodles!