Father!
-Is that you, Dennis? -Yes, Father.
-Come closer, Dennis. -Yes, Father.
-What happened? -My heart.
I haven't long.
I'm going-- I'm going to--
Throw up?
No.
-Father. -Son.
What shall I do without your guiding hand, without your skill?
-Son. -Yes, Father?
I'll tell you...
...you're going to end up just like that...
...Fishfinger.
Who, me?
I know Mr. Fishfinger's a successful businessman, but--
Because you've got no understanding...
...of craftsmanship.
No appreciation of the beauty of wood.
-But-- -Because you're just a shallow...
-...dull, pretentious-- -Father!
Little stocktaker!
Oh, Father, you're delirious.
-You don't know what you're saying. -Yes, I do.
You whimpering...
...snotty-nosed...
...cretinous oaf!
-I've wanted to say this for years. -We're not alone.
You're everything I despise!
Dad's raving, I'm afraid.
No, he's not.
You and your kind will drive good, honest craftsmen to the wall.
Do you hear? To the wall!
Honestly, I was only trying to improve the business.
You won't have my business...
...to improve anymore.
Not my cooperage. Because I'm taking it with me!
-I don't understand. -Don't understand? Damn ninny.
I'm renouncing you.
You're no craftsman's son.
Get out. Out of my sight!
Stocktaker!
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