Brochstein walks up to Horowitz in the street, taps him on the shoulder and when Horowitz turns, he sends him sprawling to the ground with a solid zetz to the nose. He then says, take that, Rosenzweig, you lousy mamzer!! The bleeding Horowitz shouts back, Im Horowitz, you schook! I am NOT Rosenzweig.

Realizing his error, Brochstein apologizes profusely and begs forgiveness for the error of mistaken identity. However, Horowitz remains furious and he screams forth a steady blue stream of epithets.

Finally, Brochstein says, please Horowitz, calm down. Why are you so upset? Why do you care so much about how I treat Rosenzweig?