Well, my darlings, you're showing a little age. I am, too. We're a team, a family unit. Dysfunctional, to be sure, but a loyal and loving crew. Each of us struts like a dictator and each of us shows a neediness that borders on legend.
You girls have gotten me through self-imposed drama that has threatened to run me off the human rails. I will be forever grateful. Oh, I know that you must get tired of, "I love you." It's for me more than it is for you, I suspect.
How lucky can one man be? I know my good fortune. I love you. I love you.