Shimon: You want a job that brings in money even when nobody else is making any? That might one day make you a rich macher while your brothers are still smoking papyros in the cemetery?
(knocks at the door of Reb Goldberg. Reb Goldberg opens it before Shimon even finishes knocking.)
Goldberg: Nu? We're doin' a L'Chaim!
Shimon: Alright... L'chaim...
Goldberg: Here, dawh, take these glessen schnopps.
Shimon: What's the simcheh?
Goldberg: Hashem's justice.
Shimon: Hashem's justice?
Goldberg: God is just, and God is merciful. Amen. (swallows schnopps) Trink! Trink!
(Shimon and Yehuda drink)
Yehuda: Shouldn't we make a brocheh?
Goldberg: We'll do it over the next gless. Here, I got Vodka too. We're gonna get good und shikkered.
Shimon: Is this a happy getrunken or a sad?
Goldberg: It's the happiest day of my life in nineteen years!
Shimon: Well mazel tov then, what's the occasion?
Goldberg: Vengeance.
Shimon: Vengeance?
Goldberg: My vengeance and Hashem's.
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