[Slowly]. Why are you asking me like this questions?
Lee
[Crescendo]. Because I want that boy to be true to himself. Do you suppose the Cantor would want Jack to sing unless he sings with the heart of a Jew? I know that boy. He’s saying to himself, “My career is gone. The girl I love is losing faith in me. I don’t want to sing this stuff that I don’t understand—to a God whose meaning I don’t get.” He’s saying to himself, “My mother will be heartbroken if I don’t do it. My father will die. That’s why I’ll do it.”
Sara
[In a faint voice]. No, no. You are telling me lies!
Mary
[Moved]. Harry—let’s go—can’t you see you are hurting—
Lee
[Rising to his climax]. Supposing the Cantor could see into Jack’s heart? Do you know what he would see there? Jazz music, nigger music—if you want to call it that. Do you think that would make him happy?