You know how important this is to me!
This is about saving your life.
You're not respecting it -- or me.
You're letting them put a pig -- a freaking nonkosher, traif mammal --
into my chest -- into my heart --
the very essence of my being!
It's a porcine valve, actually.
I  don't care what the hell it is.
If you give me a pig part, I might as well be dead.
This orthodox thing was a mistake.
What was wrong with being reform like everyone else?
You guys don't even light candles friday nights.
You don't even know all the passover plagues.
Boils, vermin, pestilence. Even I know that.
Miss Friedman... I appreciate your extreme religious convictions. Miss Friedman...
- Fire, hail... - Simply put, without this procedure, you will die. -
You're hotshot doctors. You'll come up with something else.
As long as it doesn't answer to wilbur and say "oink,"
I don't care what it is.