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.