Mrs. Lezinsky. What good should half a dollar do? Three dollars, Solly.
Lezinsky. Two dollars. Three dollars swindles him.
Mrs. Lezinsky. All right—then two dollars. Fifty cents is fifty cents anyhow. [She goes up to him and presses her face against his.] Solly, leben, shouldn't our David and Julius and Benny have a baby-carriage for their little sister?
Lezinsky. Baby-carriage—Oi! Peace, Goldie, my head aches.
Mrs. Lezinsky [picking up the trousers]. How much for these, Solly?
Lezinsky. One dollar.
Mrs. Lezinsky [derisively]. One dollar you say! And for the lady's coat?
Lezinsky. A couple of dollars, anyway.
Mrs. Lezinsky. A couple of dollars anyway! And he thinks he does good business when he charges a couple of dollars anyway. And for that, my cousin, Morris Schapiro charges three dollars each. A couple of dollars! Your children will be left without bread. [He mutters phrases from the Torah.] You hear me, Solly? [He goes on with his prayers.] Prayers are what he answers me. Soon you pray in the streets.
Lezinsky. Woe is me! Woe is me!