Another Engagement

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. Sarah Bloom is married to Sydney. The wedding is over, a happy couple around their honeymoon,

and Mama and Papa are reminiscing in the living room. Drake? Mm-hmm. Pull off my shoes. Wait till I pull off mine. Mine's Pete's height voice. Is that so? My feet hurt the rest of five minutes and yours hurts all evening.

Jake? Mm-hmm. You should not drink so much. I shouldn't, huh? It was my daughter's wedding, wasn't it? Wasn't it? Well, you'll have a couple of years of the kitchen. Yeah, a couple of years. A couple more years yet you'll be getting married and you can make a fool of yourself again.

Did I make a fool of myself? You did your best. Yes, that's all. Every minute of the time I knew exactly what I was doing. Every minute? Every minute. Yeah. Every minute. Say, I have no schoolboy.

No. Then why was you singing? Right. I like to sing. Jake, your pants manufacture are not a crooness. But who can I hurt with one little song? The job was even a little song. Yeah, yeah.

Say, you want to talk about me. What's the matter with some of your relatives? They didn't sing. They didn't sing. How could they sing with their mouthful? Eating and drinking. Eating and drinking and drinking and eating.

Well, these things you don't make a noise like with singing. Yeah. Your relatives break, worst noises. Like, fastens everything beautiful. You know, it was just like a moving picture. Yeah, yeah, mama. Everything, everything was beautiful.

You know, not because she was our daughter, but never in my life did I see such a beautiful bride. I was so happy. Yeah, mama. You were so happy. You cried. I never enjoyed myself so much in my life.