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 24 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.