Now speaking of language Your father certainly had a language in his day didn’t he?
You take up there in those balconies hey?
The two would collide and would be there and start to scorch and burn!
My son! Couldn’t that man swear?
My sonny b’y, nothing…Nothing could compare with Father!
So in other words he was a powerful beast?
son of a no good, merciful-mudder, of jumpin Joseph Murphy!