BERISH: I distrust miracles. They exist only in books, and books say anything. — Elie Wiesel

MARIA: Hell? Is he talking about hell? Good. For a moment I was afraid he was making sense.

BERISH: Prosecutor. That’s what I am going to be. Prosecutor.

MARIA: What’s that?

AVREMEL: That’s someone nice who has the right to be nasty.

SAM: Isn’t this a circus...of sorts?

MENDEL: No. It’s theater. There is a difference.

SAM: Really? What is it?

MENDEL: A circus employs only clowns.

SAM: So does the theater.