That's impossible. I'm Jewish

Jane Harper:

[Upset, as a landscaping crew is busy ripping out recently planted items from the Harper's yard]
What in God's name do you think you're doing? Landscape Man:
You got our notice, Mrs. Harper? Jane Harper:
Yes. I sent you a check. Landscape Man:
Bouncy, bouncy. That's naughty, Mrs. Harper... Jane Harper:
Look, I'll give you another check. Landscape Man:
Two checks bounced already, Mrs. Harper. Your mother may have carried you for nine months, but we'll only carry you for two... Jane Harper:
Look, just because the bank made a mistake, there's no reason to come and dig up... my tree! Landscape Man:
Not yours. Ours. We put this stuff in, and now we're going to tear it out... If you don't want to lose your shirt, don't put it on the cuff. Jane Harper:
You're using Gestapo tactics. Landscape Man:
That's impossible. I'm Jewish