Back in Boston today.

Sparrow: . . . so I’m thinking we tweak the Hebrew to a different phrase. I have a list of ideas, but I’m having trouble getting them in the exact amount of letters to fit in all the spikes . . .

Phone: Ms. Lake? Mr. Cohen here to see you.

Miranda: He’s trying to get more practice at father-daughter time . . . and he’s been pretty good at not telling me how to run the place. I can tell him to beat it, but that might come off suspicious.

Sparrow: Uh . . . sure, okay, let him in.

Cohen: Hi, sweetie! I mean, [ahem] Ms. Lake. What are you working on today?

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Mandy, are you sure this is the one you want to work on? I’m not criticizing, you have your own life, it’s none of my business, but think of your poor old father’s health . . .

Sparrow: Sounds to me like he doesn’t need any practice at being a Jewish parent.