- What are you doing? - Why didn't you call for a ride?
Sorry, I just wanted to walk, clear my head.
Just doing my beads, chanting.
Alright. Well, let me hug my favorite daughter.
- Only daughter. - Oh, heads up.
Your mom was just talking about grandchildren.
- What grandchildren? - Exactly.
- What are you chanting? - Hare Krishna.
If I see you with a tambourine begging for money, I swear to God…
Mom.
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