Cantor
It ain’t hard I should tell you the work I’m doing. I sing to God. I pray. It ain’t hard to tell the kind work your mama is doing. She is a Cantor’s wife. She worships the Almighty. She knows the sorrows what has come to the descendants from Abraham and Isaac and Jacob, to the children of Israel. She is living to be a good wife of a Cantor.... Once she wanted to be a mother of a Cantor, too, but she found this couldn’t be. It ain’t hard for us to tell you the kind of lives we are living. What kind of life are you living?
Jack
[Exasperated]. I told you. I’m an actor. I sing. Just like you sing. Only I sing in a theatre.
Cantor
[Fearfully]. What kind singing?
Jack
Didn’t you hear me? I sing jazz songs. Ragtime.
Cantor
[Stunned]. Mama, did you heard what he said?