From My Mother's Kitchen

"Then I won't be Jewish. I think that's stupid," I answered, and the argument was on. Midway through dinner my father, whose temper was shorter than usual in hot weather, shouted, "Quiet! Quiet!" and to me, "Look, if you want to marry [Clark Gable], marry Clark Gable. I'll pay for the wedding." "You're crazier than she is," he said to my mother. "Imagine arguing with a nine-year old child because she wants to marry one of the country's top movie stars. She'll never even meet him," he said.