Sara
Jakie, you don’t get the headaches any more?
Jack
No, Mama, I feel fine. I must weigh at least eight hundred pounds. Oh, look, there’s Uncle Eli. [Points to picture.] He’s still mad! My, look at that vase. It’s grown up! I remember it when it was a little cup. And you’ve got a phonograph, too. I knew you were saving all those soap wrappers for something. Um—so many new things—Oh, oh, I see a change. [Points to picture above phonograph.] Didn’t there used to be a picture of me there?
Sara
[Quickly]. Yes, Jakie—we don’t have it no more. It fell down and got broke—
Jack
Well, well, well. First it was me, and now it’s pussy-cats! [Moves to window.] But the synagogue—that’s still in the same place.
Sara
[Joins him]. Sure, it’s in the same place, Jakie.