I mean, alcoholics, drug addicts,
what-what you're doing with the tattoo girl
and that basket case in the kitchen...
...it's a mitzvah.
A mitzvah. It means good deed.
Huh. I thought it was that big cracker.
Say the other one again.
Violet... your mother helps people.
What's better than that?
I don't know. She could help me.
Aw. What do you need help with?
You're beautiful, you're young,
you're intelligent, you're gonna marry my son,
have ten nice years with him.
Yeah. The over-under's six.
The bottom line is you should be very grateful
that this wonderful woman is your mother.
Thank you, Phyllis.
You're very welcome, dear.
This really is the most adorable little tushy.
What the hell am I eating?
I've been asking that all night long.
So, go figure-- ever since the dinner,
we can't stop talking like we're in Fiddler on the Roof!
Enough already with that verkakte story.
You're breaking my kishkes.
See? It's contagious.
No, Steve just walked in.
With a shiksa.
I'm such a schmuck.