Batya is at her most annoying when she’s right. My parents had paid 30,000 shekels — about half a year’s worth of Abba’s salary

“Harav Silver, forgive the intrusion, but couldn’t a conversation about a teddy bear wait until we’ve closed tonight’s issue?"

An inner voice says, “Why don’t you listen to your children singing, instead of obsessing over ancient history like a broken record?”

“I have principles. And red lines I won’t cross. I’m where I choose to be, and no Raphael Beigel can drag me down”

“I should get excited that his honor, Raphael the sheigetz from Dresden, has graciously agreed to open a Gemara?”

I’ve stopped thinking about it. They’ll manage. Somehow, something, someone. I don’t know

Nechami knew that under the surface of all those battles was a stubborn, desperate craving to love and be loved

“This isn’t about what I do or don’t like,” Gedalya went on. “I have a job here, and I take my responsibility seriously"

Nechami holds back. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t hint. Inwardly, she screams please, get them into the bath! Put them to bed!

“I even feel like returning this dress to the store. It cost seven hundred shekels. That’s how much less I’ll have for an apartment"

Couldn’t that eternal, all-but-retired CEO find anything else to do besides wander around the office, mixing into everybody’s private affairs?