— I think you know what I'm worried about.
— Is it your hair? I know it's falling out!
— Not my hair, my daughter!
— Your daughter?
— Yes, I need to know if your... intentions are honorable.
— No, not really.
— No?!
— Well I can't deny it. I mean, they're bordering, hovering, teetering on the dishonorable.
— He'll have her on her back before you can say, «Happy ever-after».
