We go from being our father’s daughters to our husband’s wives to our babies’ mothers.
This is about my family. I can’t lose my daughter.
Thanks for finding my daughter’s killer, Sean. If only you’d been a little faster.
Someday, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter’s wedding day.
My daughters were trained for battle, sir. Not the kitchen.
Daughters do not dance well with masticated brains.
