Addie Singer:
Ever since Ben's Bar Mitzvah, he's been trying to make everything a right of passage.
Addie Singer:
[Snobbily after a boy squirts soda out of his nose] The nose fountain of all maturity.
[rolls eyes]
Addie Singer:
I'll be fine Mom, Ben will look after me. He's like a male nurse. A murse. Or a nale. No, murse.
[patting Ben's hand and whispering]
Addie Singer:
Murse Ben.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
