Selma telephones home with some
exciting news:

"Mama, I got married."
"Mazel Tov," says Mama.

"I might as well tell you, Mama, he's not of
our Faith."
"So he's a goy. But am I prejudiced?"

"But, Mama, he's also black."
"So he's a schvartzeh. By me, everybody
should be tolerant."

"Well, frankly, Mama, he's also unemployed."
"So, you'll support him. A wife should help
her husband."

"But, Mama, we have no place to live."
"Don't worry, Selma, dear. You'll move in
with us."

"But Mama, you have only one bedroom."
"That's okay. You and your husband can
have the bedroom."

"Yes, Mama, but where will you and Papa
sleep?"
"Papa can sleep on the couch in the living
room."

"Yes, Mama, but where will *you* sleep?"

"Selma, dear, about me you don't need to
worry. The minute I get off the phone...
I'm going to drop dead."