Jake's Lawsuit

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. Mama is preparing breakfast as Papa comes into the kitchen. Tis, Aunt Jake, tis, Aunt.

Why, are you standing around for? Breakfast has been ready for 10 minutes. Mama, I don't feel so good. What's the matter with you? Most stomach is a little mixed up. Why, did you put in your stomach?

It got mixed up? Noting, huh. From nothing I stomach don't get mixed up. Mama, I tell you, I had nothing. Well, what kind of nothing did you have? Did you have sausage? Nothing? Or did you have liver voice?

Nothing. Mm. It has little liver-wished. But how could that hurt me? One little piece. One little piece, he says. For 22 years, Jake, I told you not to eat liverwood. But mama, I like it.

Eat don't like you. Alright, I'll give you something. Mama, mama, remember, mochaastor oil. Who's giving you castor oil? Yeah, but every time you fool me. This time I wouldn't fool you. I'll give you something, you'll take it, and in a couple of hours you'll be ready to eat liver voice all over again.

Alright, mama, but please, no castor oil. Are you a child that I should have to give you something under a unanimous name? Alright, alright, I'll give it to Nick Rick. Alright, mama, I'll tell you I'm a sick man.

No, I'm very darling, your insurance is paid. If your insurance is paid, nothing can happen to you. You think your insurance company wants to lose money? Come on, Jake, here. Take it, fix, follow down.

Oh, right, Mama, here. Right, now. Wait, for you, Mama. Mama, you gave me Castoroy. All right, Jake, don't point yourself into our aggravation. You cook it, and the minute you'll be all right. No, you come back.