Stolen Summer Page #4

wasn't built in a day. How do you make

any money here? I'm free,

and I still have nobody. I envy your youth. You'll do better

tomorrow. Well, it's late today,

though, so why don't I help you store

your office? We'll put her right inside

the synagogue door there -- for free, of course. You know, you and I seem to be the only two

on this block that care about

free stuff. Well, that's because

we realise what we have to offer

you can't buy. Either that or

your lemonade stinks. Is that a possibility? Don't tell Mom we charged candy

at the pharmacy. Okay, I won't. Hey, you want to play

some ball tomorrow? No, I don't think I can. I'm going to

the synagogue again. [ Vehicle door closes ] Door-to-door service. It's a lot to ask

from a part-time secretary. Rabbi Jacobsen,

you've received six messages. Oh, yeah? Listen, whatever we're paying

you, it's not enough, not if you're gonna insist

on giving me curbside service. What is this? Members of the congregation

don't seem to think this lemonade stand

is such a laughing matter. It's against Judaism. I'll tell you something

about this congregation -- they barely notice

this synagogue is here unless it's

the High Holidays. All he's doing is

asking people to think. And you'll notice,

when you ask people to think, that's when they start

complaining. But he's advertising

Christianity. No, he's advertising

thought. He's asking people to have

a free cup of lemonade and maybe gain some insight

about how to get into Heaven. If that goes against

people's wishes, so be it. You know what I wish? I wish there were

a thousand Petes setting up stands

all up and down the street. [ Chuckles ]

You like stirring things up. Yeah. My generation,

they're crazy. Luckily, your lovely wife

is raising Daniel. That is a good thing,

isn't it? [ Birds chirping ] Margaret:

Seamus, get down here! What are you doing

out of the tub? Get back in there. I don't think this quest thing

is gonna work. You're missing

some great baseball. Muldoon says he'll trade me

an Ernie Banks for a Pete Rose. Do it. Trade for a Cub? It's not about

who you root for. It's business. Banks is gonna be

a hall-of-famer. Who knows about Pete Rose? Hey, there's the rabbi

I was telling you about. [ Siren wailing ] [ Engine turns over,

tyres squeal ] I wonder where the fire is. Let's go. [ Siren approaching ] [ Horn honks ] [ Indistinct shouting ] Right here! The water! Over here! Take it easy, sir. That's my house.

That's my house! I'm sorry.

You can't go in there. My son's in there!

My son's in there! Where is he at?

Where is he at? Upstairs in the back!

There's a woman, too! Danny! Come on, let's go. Honey.

Where's Danny?!

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