“Oh, son, I wish you hadn’t become a scenario writer!”
                                        
                                        she sniffled.
"Aw, now, Moms," I comforted her, "it’s no worse than playing the piano in a call house." 
"Strictly from Hunger", The Most of S. J. Perelman (1992) p. 45
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            