[Samuel Bender, his daughter Rosalie, and other members of the Jewish community enter the saloon, looking for their new rabbi. Rosalie points out the table where Tommy and Avram are sitting. Since Tommy is wearing a fine new suit, Bender approaches and begins welcoming him to town, in Yiddish]
Tommy:
Huh?
[Bender continues in Yiddish; Rosalie gazes dreamily at Avram]
Tommy:
What's he talking about? What's he talking about?
Avram:
He wants to know if you're the rabbi.
Tommy:
[amused]
Me?
[Wealthy Mr. Bender and his affluent associates look back and forth between Tommy and Avram, frowning, because Avram is dressed in ordinary Western working clothes]
Tommy:
You tell him.
Avram:
I'm the rabbi.
Samuel Bender:
[looking him up and down with contempt and disbelief]
You're the rabbi? Funny, you don't look like a rabbi.
Avram:
I just traveled three thousand miles across this country.
[He pulls his bandanna from his neck]
Avram:
And I was thanking my best friend
[he pulls off his dusty coat]
Avram:
for getting me here alive. My name is Avram Belinsky, and I come from a small village in Poland.
[He pulls on his black rabbi coat]
Avram:
And don't you judge people by their appearance!
[He yanks off his cowboy hat, revealing his yarmulke]
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