The Old Man: "(He falls down the basement stairs) Damn skates! Oh, for cripe's sake, open up the damper, will you? Who the hell turned it all the way down again? Oh, blast it! (He shouts jibberish)"
Narrator: "It the heat of battle, my father wove a tapestry of obscenity, that as far as we know, is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan."
The Old Man: "(He continues his jibberish)"