There Will Be Blood 2007 You’re Not My Son. You’re Just a Bastard from a Basket. Scene HD

There Will Be Blood 2007 You’re Not My Son. You’re Just a Bastard from a Basket. Scene HD I know you and I have disagreed over many things. I’d rather keep you as my father than my partner. Then say it! You got something to say to me then say it. I’d like to hear you speak instead of your little dog, woof woof woof woof woof woof woof! I’m going to Mexico with my wife. I’m going away from you. That wasn’t so hard, was it? - killing us with what you’re doing. You’re killing my image of you as my son. You’re stubborn. You won’t listen. You’re not my son. Please don’t say that. I know you don’t mean it. It’s the truth. You’re not my son. Never have been. You’re an... you’re an orphan. D’you ever hear that word? Tell ’em what I said! You operated here today like one. I should have seen this coming. I should have known that under this, all these past years, you’ve been building your hate for me piece by piece. I don’t even know who you are because you have none of me in you. You’re someone else’s. This anger, your maliciousness, backwards dealings with me. You’re an orphan from a basket in the middle of the desert, and I took you for no other reason than I needed a sweet face to buy land. D’you get that? So now you know. [whistles mockingly] Look at me. You’re lower than a bastard. You have none of me in you. You’re just a bastard from a basket. I thank God I have none of you in me. You’re not my son. You’re just a little piece of competition. Bastard from a basket. Bastard from a basket! You’re a bastard from a basket!