Elaine: Did you find the place all right?
Mohel: Did I find it all right? Could you send me to a more dangerous area? I'm dreading walking back to the subway, someone shouldn't smack me and steal my bag. Because I'll be lying there, and people will spit on me and empty my pockets. I'll be lying in the gutter like a bum. Like a dog. Like a mutt. Like a mongrel. Like an animal! God forbid anybody should help me or call an ambulance. Oh, no, that's too much trouble, to pick up a phone and press a few buttons. Ah, what's the point?