[Father]
Diggs. Diggs was just here. I suppose you know. I suppose I'd better tell you. It's your brother Eric.

He, he's escaped from the hospital. They think he might head back here. I don't suppose he'll get this far. They'll probably pick him up in a day or two.

I see you've washed your hands again.

[Father]
How long is this knife?
[Frank]
Four and a half inches.

[Father]
The width of the picture?
[Frank]
Eighteen inches.
[Father]
The picture?
[Frank]
Eighteen inches.

[Father]
The area of the television screen?
[Frank]
Four-hundred square inches.

[Father]
The height of this table?
[Frank]
Thirty inches.
[Father]
Wrong. Two foot six.

[Frank]
I'm not answering these questions anymore. We should have gone metric years ago.

[Father]
What were you up to today?

[Frank]
Out walking and things.

[Father]
Building dams again?

[Frank]
Not today.
[Father]
I hope you weren't out killing any of God's creatures. Sometimes I think you're the one that should be in a hospital, not Eric.