There are no words.
The scene: an attractive young woman is driving to the store to pick up cold medicine for her adoring boyfriend, while talking on the phone to her doting, supportive father, who has been covering a paper route for a friend for weeks and is unfortunately sleep-deprived.
Me: Well, Dad, I'd better let you go so I can pick up the Advil Cold & Sinus.
Dad: Wha...?
Me: Teddy's sick, I'm picking it up for him.
Dad: A flu bug?
Me: Oh, just a sinus thing. He'll be fine.
Dad: Well send him my best. You know, it's your turn next; then it's ours. We all gotta Meet The Reaper; we all gotta Dance With The Man.
Me: Dad... you need some sleep.
Me: Well, Dad, I'd better let you go so I can pick up the Advil Cold & Sinus.
Dad: Wha...?
Me: Teddy's sick, I'm picking it up for him.
Dad: A flu bug?
Me: Oh, just a sinus thing. He'll be fine.
Dad: Well send him my best. You know, it's your turn next; then it's ours. We all gotta Meet The Reaper; we all gotta Dance With The Man.
Me: Dad... you need some sleep.