Donald Fisher: I'll only take so much from you.
Alan Fisher: Oh, No You won't. You'll take as much as I can dish out, Mr Big Man! Hitting out at women and children, You're not so tough when someone stands up to you. You're a gutless wonder.
Donald Fisher: [Seething] No... I won't be dragged down to your level. Your mother was right; We'll talk about this tommorow and I can assure you, You are going to be *very* sorry.
[walks away]
Alan Fisher: I knew you were too gutless to hit me!
Donald Fisher: [turns back] Gutless? No! Civillized.
[walks away]
Alan Fisher: [a crowd gathers; Alan holds his head] Oh no!
Bobby Simpson: Alan?
Donald Fisher: [lurches back over to Alan] Alan? Alan? Alan, what it is it? Is it the aneurysm? For god's sake what is it?
Alan Fisher: [Is fine and begins taunting Donald] Oh, Dad. Never knew you cared?
[smiles]
Donald Fisher: You swine... You malicious, little swine!
[hits Alan with the back of his hand]
Alan Fisher: [Crowd recoils in shock, Alan taunts Donald once more] Bang... You're Dead!