Sara
Jakie, you are fooling!
Jack
You’re right, Ma. I fool, too. I’m a comedian. I get all dressed up in funny clothes. I sing funny songs and make people laugh. They pay money to come and hear me. They’re going to pay big money soon. Right now, Mama, I’ve got a big job with one of the biggest producers in New York City, with a show called “The April Follies.” And if I make good, I’ll get a big salary, and you’ll be proud of me—you’ll see.
Cantor
A joke maker! A jazz singer! Oh, my God in Heaven! Does it mean nothing that Rabinowitz is the name of great Cantors? Does it mean nothing that there is a God?... You are no son of mine. I never want to see you again.
Jack
[Hopelessly]. All right, all right. [Moves to settee, begins to pack his bag.]
Sara
Jakie, tell him you are sorry. Tell him you are ashamed.