George Burbank
Rose isn't well, Phil. She's ill.
Phil Burbank
Not well? It is high time that bozo and you got next to a few... whatever you call them? Facts! She stashes alcohol all around the place, even drinking in the stinking alley. Look at your face in the mirror! Is it that she could like? Or our money? WAKE! THE HELL UP!
George Burbank
[calmly]
That's enough, Phil. Well, what is the harm? The hides were only going to be burned.
Phil Burbank
[with a pained expression]
I needed them. I needed them.
George Burbank
Well, I apologize. [walks away]
Phil Burbank
They were MINE! I needed them!
