Raq: You're a horrible singer.
Symphony: I'm an even worse dancer.
Raq: Now I just feel sorry for you.
Symphony: I could be alright with you feeling sorry for me, especially if it means you'll come back inside and have dinner with me, your son, and his girl.
Raq: His girl. That shit sounds even worse than it feels.
Symphony: I'm right here with you. We gone figure this out. Together.