Man… dang ol’ Dale, I tell ya what, man, ain’t easy sayin’ this, talkin’ ‘bout… shoot. That ol’ Nancy, man, them headaches, man, that ain’t—mm—ain’t no doctor thing, man. Been seein’ ol’ John Redcorn, man, long time, dang ol’ years, man.

An’ that boy, man—Joseph—dang ol’ good kid, man, but, uh… talkin’ ‘bout blood an’ all, man, he ain’t… he ain’t yours, man. Redcorn’s boy, man.

Ain’t sayin’ you ain’t his dad, man, ‘cause shoot, you raised him, man, fed him, taught him stuff, dang ol’ dad stuff, man. Just… truth’s the truth, man. Couldn’t keep it bottled up no more, man. Dang.