“Here’s better, home alone you’re in danger. There’s no service to come to your house,” replies his son.
“Bullshit, it’s that bitch your wife. You’re too craven to admit it, you chickenshit.”
“How can you let him speak to us like that?” demands the daughter-in-law.
“He’s old, sick he doesn’t know,” excuses the son.
“I’ll dance on your grave prick.”
“Dad they will take good care of you.”
“You do this after what I’ve done for you your whole life?”
“Jesus he hates you, why do you care for him.”
“Shut the fuck up.”