A teenaged ROBERT SMITH is lying on his bed, hopeless.
MRS. FRIEDMAN
(Walking to ROBERT SMITH’S bedroom.)
Alright, Robert. Out of bed, time to go.
(Arrives in doorway.)
Oh my G-d, Robert, are you still asleep?
ROBERT SMITH
No. Just rendered inert by the burden of living.
MRS. FRIEDMAN
Okay, Robert. You’ll have plenty of time to be rendered inert later. Right now, though, you’re going with Mr. Friedman to get fish for Shabbos.
