Davy: We're talking about him dressing up in, in the uh, princess show, as-- as the-- the--
Micky: Princess?
Davy: No, as the queen. The, uh, the mother image. (laughs)
Mike: Yeah, as opposed to the father image, right?
Davy: Right.
Mike: I'm twenty-four years old and still just as spry as a chicken.
Micky (stage-whisper): Everybody pan!
Peter (pointing to Mike): They already got him.
Bert: What do you think Christian's reaction is gonna be?
Micky: (acts like a baby) Ga goo gi ga.
Davy: Same as a Jew, I should suppose.
(Peter laughs. Micky falls over sideways; Davy grabs him and hauls him upright.)
Bert: What's your son's reaction gonna be?
Davy: 'Scuse me. I'm sorry.
Micky: That didn't make any sense at all!
Davy: 'Course it did. He says what would a Christian's reaction be--
Micky (sudden realization): Oh ho-ho! Oh-ho!
Davy: Same as a Jew's.
Bert: Let me ask you-- how did you feel about dressing up as a princess and the hair and the whole thing?
Mike: Well, I fail to recognize that I really did that, y'know.
Davy: Why, Michael?
(Peter laughs)
Mike: Yeah, I refuse to accept that fact.
(Micky laughs)
Davy: I played Gretel. Very-- uh-- what's the word?
Peter: "Gretel" I think, is the word for it.
Davy: Very Gretel.
Peter: Very Gretel indeed.
Davy: Right.