Mohel

Okay. you sit here. Now I need the baby. Bring me the baby. I need the baby!

Kramer

No, I'm not going to let this happen.

All

(numerous voices) Kramer! Let go of the baby! Kramer!

Mohel

People compose yourselves. (Shouting as the struggle ends) This is a bris. We are performing a bris here, not a burlesque show. This is not a school play! This is not a baggy pants farce! This is a bris. An sacred, ancient ceremony, symbolizing the covenant between God and Abraham... or something. (The Mohel opens his bag to start the process but drops it and his instruments fall out. People attempt to help him out) No! Don't touch it! Don't touch a thing!

Elaine

Ok.