None of the seven had children. Finally, the woman died too.

I tell you, you will never get out of there until you have paid the very last cent!”

Last of all, as though to one born at the wrong time, he appeared to me also.

I tell you the truth, you will never get out of there until you have paid the last penny!

He had one left, his one dear son. Finally he sent him to them, saying, ‘They will respect my son.’

So the host who invited both of you will come and say to you, ‘Give this man your place.’ Then, ashamed, you will begin to move to the least important place.

But when you are invited, go and take the least important place, so that when your host approaches he will say to you, ‘Friend, move up here to a better place.’ Then you will be honored in the presence of all who share the meal with you.