Mr. Cooper Senior:
[on his deathbed]
You're just a shallow, dull, pretentious...
Dennis Cooper:
Father!
Mr. Cooper Senior:
...little stocktaker!
Dennis Cooper:
Oh, father, you're delirious. You don't know what you're saying.
Mr. Cooper Senior:
Oh yes, I do, you, you whimpering, snotty-nosed, cretinous oaf! I've wanted to say this for years.
Dennis Cooper:
Father, we're not alone.
Mr. Cooper Senior:
You're everything I despise!
Dennis Cooper:
[to the other villagers gathered around the bed]
Dad's raving, I'm afraid.
Villager:
No, he's not.
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