Sara
Yosele, please!
Cantor
You have no shame after what you did to us? You come into my house, you sit down by my piano, and you curse it with your dirty music from the sidewalks.
Sara
No, Yosele. It was my fault. I wanted he should see the new piano.
Jack
[Gently, with quiet dignity]. Wait a minute, Mama. I don’t think you know how I feel now, Papa. I thought about you a thousand times when I was away. The first place I came when I got off the train was home. I didn’t mean any harm when I played the piano. I just wanted to sing Mama a jazz song....
Cantor
Jazz! A song of prayer wouldn’t come into your head, only jazz. Even when you was a little boy, I taught you to sing to please God, but you sang to please yourself. One minute you were singing in the synagogue and the next minute singing in the street. You’re the same now.