Look, Mom! We're Onstage.

A few years back, in a galling act of self-promotion, actors Bryan Fogel and Sam Wolfson blanketed New York with their mothers' phone numbers.

Come see our show, the postcards implored, and if you don't like it, "you can call [our moms] and tell them that they were idiots to encourage their sons to drop out of law school."

Boys! How could you?

Well, thanks, moms. The ploy worked. The play, "Jewtopia," became an off-Broadway sensation and a comedy darling among critics. That, in turn, spawned a touring two-man version of the show, "World of Jewtopia," which hits the Bethesda Theatre on Thursday.

Which is all fine and good, except if you're Arlene Wolfson of Jacksonville, Fla., or Linda Fogel of Denver and people keep filling your answering machine with their obscure questions and stream-of-consciousness asides.

"Linda, you must be so proud!"

"Hey, Arlene, what's the best place to eat in New York?"

And lots of these: "Hi there. Can you help us get backstage after the show so my niece can meet your handsome son? She's a lovely girl . . ."

But the moms have no one to blame but themselves (and maybe their husbands); they wrote the $25,000 checks that got this whole thing started.

Fogel and Wolfson were in Los Angeles in 2001, both 20-somethings trying to make it as stand-up comics and actors when they met (no, they weren't ever really law students) and started working on a sketch about Jewish family life. The response from friends prompted them to write a full-length play about a gentile who's desperate to marry a Jewish woman -- so he won't have to make any more decisions in life. When a Jewish friend agrees to indoctrinate him into the culture, no stereotype is left unturned.

Guy 1: "A gentile at the Jewish singles mixer -- what are you doing here, man?"

Guy 2: "I love Jewish girls."