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Two old friends, a rabbi and a priest, finish their weekly discussion/ debate on religion. As ususal, they shake hands and walk out of the coffee shop, each still unshakable in his convictions. As they step into the street a car swerves around the corner, heading right for them. Father Flynn pulls his companion back just in time to avoid disaster. Rabbi Schwartz immediately waves his hand before his face, his crotch, and then his two breast pockets.
"Saints preserve us!" exclaims the priest. "My friend, I do believe it's a liar you've been."
The rabbi, bewildered, responds, "Vhat do you mean, Patrick?"
"Ah, and I suppose it isn't the sign of the cross you've just made?" inquires Father Flynn.
"Oy, I vas just checking everyting is vere it belongs - the spectacles, the testicles, the vatch, and vallet."
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