A Jewish father, Moisha, was beset by his eldest son Yitzak, "Father, I am
going to marry!"
His father begins to dance with joy and sing Hava Nagila.
"Tell me, is she a good Jewish girl?" says the father. "What is her name?"
"O'Brien" replies the son. "She's Catholic."
"Oy!" says the father. "But are you happy?"
"I'm happy," says the son.
"Ok, as long as you're happy. My blessings to you both," replies Moisha.
But the father is still counting on his remaining sons, Sol and Irving.
Sol calls on his father the next evening, "Father, I too will be married
soon!"
Again, Moisha breaks out in a dance and sings God's praises, "What is her
name?" implores the father.
"Kazalopodopolous," says the son. "She's Greek Orthodox."
"Oy," says Moisha. "But are you happy?"
"I'm happy, Father."
"Ok, then you, too, have my blessing," intones Moisha.
Dejected, Moisha goes to the Temple to pray, "Please God, let my remaining
son Irving marry a nice Jewish girl, to raise nice Jewish children in your
eyes. PLEASE!"
Irving comes to his father excitedly and exclaims, "Father! I am to wed in
the spring!"
"Her NAME? WHAT IS HER NAME?" his father immediately demands.
"Goldberg!" says Irving!
Moisha is beside himself with joy! "Praise God! Praise the Prophets!"
Turning to Irving, he asks, "Is she Doctor Goldberg's daughter Shelley, 
from Los Angeles?"
"No," says Irving.
"Hmmm," says Moisha. "Must be Attorney Goldberg's daughter Rachel from
Hollywood?"
"Ah...no, father" says Irving.
"Well, then, what is her first name, my youngest, truest, most beautiful
son?
"Whoopi," says Irving.

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