He walks me down the aisle. He toasts. He dances. The rest, it's too much.

Father: "So you'll come down, you'll do your dress fitting..."

Daughter: "But Dad, listen. I'm going to need you to - "

Father: "Will you SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK? So you'll swing by the house, drop the dogs off, go into the city - "

Daughter: "Yeah but I'm going to need you to pick up the dogs, take them to the - "

Father: "It's FINE. I'll pick up the dogs, go to the Bay, Mama will meet us out -"

Daughter: "Mama? Did you say 'Mama'?"

Father: "I did. I'm losing it."