Is something wrong, Phil?
[furious]
Wrong? For Christ's sake. Every goddamn hide is gone! Oh, she really put her foot in it this time!
You think she did it? She sold them?
Bloody tootin'. Or maybe even gave them away.
W-why? Why would she do that, Phil? She knew we needed the hides.
[exploding]
Because she was drunk! Pie eyed, she was smashed! I think you'd know from the books your pa left you, that your ma's got... . uhhh whatchamacallit alcoholic personality? It comes under the letter A!
You're not going to say anything to her?
Say anything? I won't say nothin'. But sure as one good hell brother George is going to.

