Jakie, where did you learn to sing like that?
Jack
[Not precisely a diplomat, strong in his own sense of righteousness]. Where did I learn to sing like that? From Papa—who else? He taught me to sing. You forget that I’m an American boy, and Papa is from the Old World. If he were born here, like I was, he would probably be singing jazz, too.
Cantor
[Rising toweringly above Jack]. You shouldn’t speak like this from a Cantor—do you hear? God will punish you! He will take vengeance!
Sara
Look, Yosele, supper is ready, and our son is home. Come, we should eat and be happy now. Talking can be later. It’s your birthday. Jakie, it’s today your Papa is sixty years old.
Jack
Don’t I know it? The 14th of August—that’s why I’ve been so anxious to get home today. I’ve been picturing this home-coming for a long time. I figured now I’m doing all right, and it’s been a long time, so I’ll go home. I thought you’d be so glad to see me.