"Kelly? Number two? What a piece of crap. None of them compare to you Kady. You're...you're like the whipped cream on top of a big turd. It's like...I want to eat the whole thing, but would it be worth it?"
The following Hal-isms come to you in the form of some voicemails I will save forever:
"Kady. I am truly sick and your mom is laughing. At twelve minutes to one. I can't take it anymore Kady. Bye." *mom laughing in background*
"Kady. This morning I hear, 'are you ready for breakfast Sweetheart?' Guess who she was talking to? Me, or the dog?"
"I don't know if you remember me Kady, but when you were a little girl I was your father. I'll try to call you back."
"Kady I'm just calling you back. Anyway. I should have let you tell your side of the stories. I love ya. Let's see. What else?"