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Lex: I know we've had our differences, but my wi-- ... she's the mother of your grandchildren!

Lionel: ... How could I have grandchildren? I don't have a son.
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Barty Crouch Jr.: You can't let this happen! I'm your son!

Bartemius Crouch Sr.: You are no son of mine! I have no son!
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"Ancestors be damned!" the young prince exclaimed, slamming his fist onto the hard stone of the feasting table.

Though he had been flushed with drink before, the ancient ruler's face had been drained by his son's last outburst. To his ears, the words his offspring had spoken were the worst desecration imaginable - disrespect of the ancestors.

"Get out." The words were barely audible, even in the silent hall. "Leave this kingdom never to return. Your name shall be stricken from all records. You are no longer the son of King Kurdan of Karak Azar."
—The end of a short story introducing the dwarfs in Mordheim.
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