Oh very you, lovely. So Henry asked us to give to give you a few pointers, didn't he? Well, Pointer number 1 go home, mother and I belong here and it's quite clear you just don't fit in. And Pointer number 2 while you're packing, keep your grimy little yanky paws off Armistead Stuart, he's mine.
If you take your nose out of the air for one second you'll see you're designer I'm vintage. You've got a mansion I've got a five floor walkup. You're a snotty little miss cranky pants and I go with the flow, so why would you ever think for one second that I'd ever have the same taste in guys. So here's a little pointer for you. Get over yourself and stop trying to be my daddy's little girl because I'm not going anywhere.
Darling, darling, all I'm saying is before we let this hypothetical daughter blow your political career out of the water, we might at least consider doing some checking up on her.
Now, checking up for what?
I don't know... criminal record, blood type, triple sixes on her skull.