Jacob Schpitendavel: I do not know, Louis Minsky, if we pray to the same God.
Louis Minsky: We must. Only a God who could tolerate me, could possibly tolerate you.

Jacob Schpitendavel: I need your help, Louis Minsky. My daughter will not be welcome in my home if she stays the night to dance upon your son's stage. There is a train in 51 minutes. You must tell your son to see she is on it.
Louis Minsky: You see this chair? Tell it to dance. See if it listens. That's how much my Billy listens to me.

Jacob Schpitendavel: Louis Minsky, are thee father to the Minsky what has the theater?
Louis Minsky: Yes.
Jacob Schpitendavel: If I were thee, I would thrash thy son to within an inch of his life.
Louis Minsky: You are not me, and you may still do it.

Jacob Schpitendavel: Louis Minsky, if you do not now go at once to prevent thy son from bringing my daughter to such ignominy, I shall, as Agnon
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Jacob Schpitendavel: did, raise the finger of righteousness
[raises index finger]
Jacob Schpitendavel: to call down the wrath of heaven.
Vance Fowler: My father, an Episcopal vestryman, used this
[raises pinkie finger]
Vance Fowler: as the finger of righteousness.
Louis Minsky: Bah! And again, Bah! There is no finger of righteousness. This
[raises pinkie and turns it in his ear]
Louis Minsky: is the finger of cleanliness. This
[raises ring finger]
Louis Minsky: is the finger of marital bliss
[points to wedding band]
Louis Minsky: . This
[raises index]
Louis Minsky: is the finger of vengeance. This
[levels middle finger toward Fowler, palm downward]
Louis Minsky: is the finger of meddling in other people's lives
[pokes Fowler in chest with middle finger]
Louis Minsky: . And this
[sticks out thumb]
Louis Minsky: is the finger of transportation. It will get us a taxi to the theater. You speak with the fist of authority, gentlemen, but you do not know your fingers.

Jacob Schpitendavel: Whore! To stand thus so prideful, with thy, thy protuberances. How thou dost shame me.

Raymond Paine: Ha, ha, ha, ha, you've met a girl. Ah, Chick, my boy, when it comes to girls you have three qualities that are far worse than being short and funny-looking. You have the curse of the three D's: you are decent, devoted and dependable. Good qualities in a dog, disastrous in a man. Women like bastards.
Chick Williams: No wonder they *love* you.
Raymond Paine: Yes, I'm a BFC - Bastard First Class.