You're Not Going to Get Near Your Granddaughter. You'll End Up in a Brooklyn Shawl.

The pair are from the same place, sort of the southern part of Philadelphia. If you go near my granddaughter, you're going to get a Saint Paul slacks. I'm not going to come into even contact with your granddaughter unless I already know her. You'll end up in a Brooklyn shawl if you come near. Let me guess a coffin? Is that another? Yeah. Everyone everywhere calls it a coffin. Look, everyone is a granddaughter. Pretty much, right? No. That math doesn't check out. But about 50% of the world is a grandon. Yes. Right? On the end of the day. Like almost impossible to not be a grandon