A man on the telephone, talking loudly:

I love your daughters. I love them, man. You know? Both of 'em. Yes. Yes. Mmm. No. Yes, there are times when I don't love them. Yes. I know what I just said. Anyway I miss them, 'cause they've always been there. It's like "hi" and they'll say hi. And they're like daughters to me! Yeah. No, I'm not saying they're my daughters, they're yours. Yeah, they're your daughters, man. What? I'm not stupid! Yes. What do you mean by people on the subway probably think you're an idiot? They don't listen. Ok. Hm. Right. Bye.

The man then hung up and looked sheepish.