Lia Toerrek:  Dad , you know you should n't drink cognac .
Lia's Father: Hey , I only had _ four _ or five . They were n't any bigger than thimbles . All this fuss about a little cognac .
Lia Toerrek: I 'm not going to argue with you , not anything works .
Lia's Father: What am I - a mad dog or something ? Listen , Lia , I resent this very much . Whose your father here ? You or me ?