Now That Summer Is Gone

Junior:
[singing] You boys must be pinched in the head / To keep working 'till you're almost dead / This is the way to gather nuts for winter / Now that summer is gone.

Father:
Gambling again, eh? I'll give you ten lashes that you won't forget!

Junior:
Ten lashes? Uh, look, I'll flip you, Pop. Double or nothing, huh? [Father spanks him as the camera irises out] Ouch! Ow! Stop it!...