So, you're an honest farmer. You recognize this man? Yeah, it's you! Who says so? You can't even read. Roll it up. Roll it up! I'll give you a good idea where you can put it. To hell with all you sheriffs and deputies and all who gave birth to you! Hey, everybody, look! Look! He's giving him the filthy money! Judas! You've sold my hide! But you won't enjoy any of that money, not a penny. If there's justice, that money will go to the undertakers! Every penny of it. You know who you are? You want to know whose son you are? You don't, I do. Everybody does. You're the son of a thousand fathers! All bastards like you! And your mother? Your mother... You bastard! Your mother, it's better not to talk of her. I never hurt anybody!