"Do you ever think about me?"
"Ann, do you need me to help out in some way?"
"What..?"
"Do you need some money?"
"That's a terrible thing to say. I just wanted to talk to you. You're my father and I thought maybe I could see you."
"Well I thought perhaps your mother asked you to."
[interrupts] "My mother didn't ask me to do anything. Why would you say that?"
"You know your mother."
"Yes I do know my mother and this isn't about your money. She has nothing to do with this."
"Ann, I don't know what to say. Look I'm in the middle of something.
[crying] "You're not even glad that I called are you? You don't care if you ever see me again. You don't give a damn about me, do you? You know, I'm sorry I called you!"
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