Yeah, real pretty.

That's my daughter, Jean.

That's my daughter and me.

This is my daughter, Miss Philadelphia.

Aigoo, my daughter, my daughter, my daughter! Aigoo.

And there's my youngest daughter with her Furbys.

So this is my kid.

This is a portrait of my daughter and myself.

And there's my youngest daughter with her Furbys.

This is my daughter, her name's Emma, she's 17 months old.

Of course, it leaves me a beggar, but a daughter is a daughter.

Where did you have the idea?

My daughter, Mr. Holt.

My daughter.

I would prefer not to be involved in these dates with my daughter.

She's my daughter.

My daughter . . . (Laughter)

And it turns out my daughter was a princess.

Because she is... my daughter.

But she's my daughter.

Doctor, my little girl...

My little girl.

My girl's been betrayed!

My poor daughter!

My dear child!

My daughter!

My little daughter.

Because she's my daughter.

My daughter.

Samia, my daughter...

This is my daughter Laura, then 15, looking out of a tree boat.

It isn't the way I planned to have my daughter wed.

I gave birth to my daughter, Madeline.

My daughter's answer was

My daughter got worse.

Whiskey? Yes, daughter.

Françoise is my daughter.

My daughter, Lady Amara.

Why did you crush my child?

Yes, my child, yes.

You're insulting my daughter

Harm my own daughter?

And my daughter, Gabrielle.

Come, my child.

Yes, child.