Ha-Kochavim Shel Shlomi2003

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
[noting Shlomi's sullenness] Who's the girl who broke your heart? Listen to me: girls are like buses - if you miss one, another one will come along. Girls are like mirrors: you see yourself, your dimples and your pimples.

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
I thought girls were like busses.

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
Like busses, like mirrors, like nooses - the tighter the knot, the harder you get.

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
What?

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
Yeah. Men getting hanged have a hard-on. That's science.

[Grandpa turns back to gazing out the window - his favorite past-time]

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
What do you keep looking at?

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
The sky.

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
Why?

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
Sometimes it's blue, sometimes it's clear. There are clouds, stars, lightning, many things. They each do their own thing and don't get in each other's way.

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
What's gonna happen to you, Grandpa?

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
What do you mean?

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
If I go away.

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
Where to?

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
To school, for instance.

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
School's good. I'm all for that.

Shlomi Bar-Dayan:
But what about you? Who'll give you a bath and feed you?

Grandfather Bar-Dayan:
What do you care? Why do you have to butt in on everything? If you close your eyes, will the sky come falling down? I have news for you - it won't. And you, Shlomi, find your mirror and get on your bus and stop worrying about me. I've been worried about enough in my life.