Transcription: Oh, but, Papa, you only have two daughters. That's plenty. They're a mess no matter how you look at them. They're headache till they get married, if they get married, and after that they get worse. What are you... Either they leave their husbands and come back with four children and move into your guest room, or their husband loses his job and the whole caboodle comes back. Or else they're so homely you can't get rid of them at all and they hang around the house like Spanish moss and shame you into an early grave.