"Miria'm! Stop fidgetin'. He'p me light these candles, will ya? There ya go. Innit tha' nice? Your gran'ma wil-be down soon. Remember, Miria'm. You'll stay put, ya hear?"
" Barukh ata Adonai Eloheinu melekh ha'olam borei p'ri ha'adamah. " (Blessed are You, Lord our God, Ruler of the universe, who creates the fruit of the ground).
"Miria'm's peekin'!"
"Don' go bein' a snitch on yer lil' sister. Miria'm. Close yo' eyes thiss time. Proper', like! And budge up, will ya. Yer ma' - may Hashem watch over her - brought all'a yer here fer a reason."
"Ten, da'!"
"An' Miria'm, luv. Don' forget about hur."
"I wish I could, da'."
"Miria'm? I hear yer brotha and yer sisters been given ya pocket money. Give it here, then! Mind yerself! Mind - tha' ho-ly, Miria'm. Don' act like tha'. Here, then - you borrow it - an' I'll te-ch ya the Talmud meself."
"Miria'm. Yer da's only tryin' to hep . Don' go givin' me tha' face. Yer ma - my dorta - wo' say the same. Turn around, like. Face me ! Thar' ya go. It's not my mitzvah! Don' sulk. Yer've a nice enough face. If yer woud jus' sm'ill moore ."
"Ah! You luk jus' like yer ma', yer do. Yer'll sittin' in the cerner lahk a bug. Thar's all yer fah-mily. This? It fell inner mah handbag. Yer can keep it. I dun' lahk it. Tho'se magazines'll rot yer brahn . Besahds . 'S French . Wha' kinda name 's Chi-ck? I can tell yer, Miria'm. Yer can fe'el tha luhv in th' roum . Yer da' nev'er had muh in the wahy of mon-ey. Thi' lil' community pulls togetha'. Thi's 's all yer need, Lil' Miria'm."