[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 k**ing any of God's creatures. Sometimes I think you're the one that should be in a hospital, not Eric.