Michael: For God's sake, Dad, he's not dead. I need to do this soon, tonight. Down by the docks. I'm gonna make it like a drug deal went bad.
George Sr.: Tonight? No. It's Yontif. It's the first night of Yom Kippur.
Michael: Dad, that's just... That's one night, and it's back in September. That's okay. You've only been a Jew about two days.
George Sr.: Just try to talk to him.
Michael: Like you talked to me when I was growing up?
George Sr.: I thought you hated those lessons.
Michael: I did, but they worked. And they will work again.
George Sr.: Well, I'm done with them, because it was wrong, Michael.
Michael: Come on.
George Sr.: Your son is a timid, thoughtful boy. He's a scholar, like his grandfather. What time is it? Oh, almost sundown. I have to prepare for the Sabbath.
Michael: It's Tuesday.
George Sr.: Shh, shh, shh.