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anymore, alright? You go to church, you let the Jewish people

take care of themselves. But I'm on my quest. No, you're not. Don't try to change

the world at 8 1/2, alright? Hey, look at me. Go to bed. Hey, Pete... Yeah? Good night. Good night, Dad. [ Door closes ] You know, Joe, I can't raise

these kids alone. [ Sighs ] I've gained too much weight to find a new husband

at this point. So you're my option. If you were skinnier

when we met, then I sure as Hell

don't remember. And no way I liked it. I like something

to hold onto. [ Groans ] Well, then... go hold onto something,

honey, because sex is

not a conversation. Do you know Pete is going over

to a synagogue, trying to convert

Jewish people? [ Laughs ] What? I'm not finding that

as funny. Honey, he's a little boy. He's searching for meaning

in his life, whatever. What meaning? Baseball should be

the only meaning in an 8-year-old's life. Some kids are just destined

for greater things. Sounds like he's looking

to get his ass kicked. I told him not to go over there,

and don't you let him

go over there either. "I don't want you

to let him go over there." Honey, I can't watch them

all day long, every one of them. Come on, Molly's a baby.

She needs my constant attention. Pete goes out in the morning,

he comes back, he's all clean, nobody ever calls to say

he's been in any trouble, I think I'm doing alright. Oh, that's Parenting 101. He's clean, and

nobody says he's trouble. What am I gonna have to do,

raise the kids and work? Don't start, Joe. That is just the territory

you don't want to get into. Hey... Hmm? Oh, no. Hey, if we were to make

a child -- let's say we were to bring

another child into the world right now -- I promise you

he'd be clean, and he wouldn't be

any trouble. Honey, you can't just climb

on top of me,

for goodness' sake. If it's my womb

you're looking for,

check the bottom of the bed, 'cause I was dusting

around there today. I think it fell out. [ Vehicle passes by,

dog barks ] Hey, that's gin. What? You should be a garbageman the way you pick up

every card I throw down. You do that to piss me off? No, I do it to win. Well, and to piss you off

a little. Now, let's see --

500 to 220... at, uh, what,

a nickel a point. [ Irish accent ] That's,

uh, 14 bucks you owe me, Lieutenant O'Malley. Hey. Gentlemen. My, uh, wife, son, and I

wanted to thank you for

your bravery and kindness. Thank you. Uh, hey, you're welcome. Rabbi, Joe O'Malley. On behalf of myself

and all the guys, we just want to say we're

real sorry for your loss. Thank you. Uh, Esther lived

a very good life. She ran my synagogue

like an army battalion. Oh, yeah? Uh, my wife believes

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