What am I doing? Didn’t you expect me? I wrote you I was coming.
Sara
He said, “Hello, Papa.” It’s your son, Jakie.
Cantor
I didn’t even open your letter. Why did you come—to play loafer songs on my piano?
Jack
No—I came home, Papa—I came home because I’ve been away for five years, and I’ve made good, and I wanted to let you know about it.
Cantor
For five years you didn’t need your papa. You don’t need him now.