“He’s this cute little chassidishe guy, not what I expected,” Kivi was saying, “but I see what you mean. There’s something about him”
A quiet chuppah in the desert, that’s what he’d envisioned. A few brothers and sisters, and a reception with a lot of what really matters and very little fluff
“Because that’s what normal people do, they take their kids places sometimes and they deal with it,” he said more sharply than he’d intended to
“We all want Zoberman’s to succeed. So why are we — why does it feel like we’re fighting… fighting different battles?”
“I need you to tell me that my film idea is amazing and revolutionary, that it’ll be stupendously successful and change the world”
“There are times when an… an illness comes over me.” He forces himself to say the word. Illness. It is not the devil
