| ! " Bear a son? !" | |
| ! - Give me your left hand, son. | |
| ! - Hang on, son. | |
| ! - Hey, don't hit my son. | |
| ! - Lee, son, come on... | |
| ! " Bear a son? !" | |
| ! - Give me your left hand, son. | |
| ! - Hang on, son. | |
| ! - Hey, don't hit my son. | |
| ! - Lee, son, come on... | |
| ! . He ate the baker and his wife, he ate... the woodsmith and his three sons, and then for sweets- come closer- he ate the cobbler. | |
| ! You want twin-girls, because you have two sons, isn't it? | |
| "'get ready to bury one of your sons."' And we noticed that he was frail and that he didn't look that good. Hey, man. | |
| "... and you shoot them sons of bitches down." | |
| "...narrow-hipped, splaw-footed... sons of Irish bailiffs..." | |
| ! . He ate the baker and his wife, he ate... the woodsmith and his three sons, and then for sweets- come closer- he ate the cobbler. | |
| ! You want twin-girls, because you have two sons, isn't it? | |
| "'get ready to bury one of your sons."' And we noticed that he was frail and that he didn't look that good. Hey, man. | |
| "... and you shoot them sons of bitches down." | |
| "...narrow-hipped, splaw-footed... sons of Irish bailiffs..." | |
