Yetta's Lesson

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood in the kitchen of the bloom flat mama is preparing the evening meal Yeta is in the living room

Yeta Yeta, what's at the table for Papa Papa be home in a minute? Oh John Thomas suffer my it's dinner Besides I wish you wouldn't call me yet. I've asked you a million times not to call me yet I'm my name is there. Is that all right? That's the table for dinner yeta. Oh my you're hopeless

I don't know if I'm hopeless or not, I know I'm busy. You know your papa, he takes off his hat, he wants to eat papa. Excuse me, didn't it? Set the table now, and don't slam the dishes.

Oh, it wouldn't hurt him if he had to wait. Don't talk that bad about your father, Yeta. Excuse me, I mean, Yvette. That's better. Yeah, yeah. Well, as long as you've changed your name, I think we should change our name.

If you have to see that, my name is Becky, so I'll call myself Gwendolyn. And papa's Jake, so if you'll call him Mottimann. Oh, now you're making fun of me. No, I'm not. What difference is names anyway?

I call it supper, you call it dinner. It's still potatoes, meat and coffee. At the meantime, the end got the table set, so let's set the table for supper dinner, huh? Oh, it's a shame we can't have a maid.

Everybody's family has at least one serving. I'll bet you in the United States, there are three or four families that haven't got us open, maybe even five. Well, we could have one if you want power, so stingy.