“Did you see how Marla says I walked?” he asked.
“No,” she replied.
“She was talking to you in the kitchen She said, “I knew the look, and the walk.” Then she did this weird walk. I don’t walk like that, do I?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t see what she did.”
“How would you describe my walk?”
“You walk just like your father.”
“That’s not helping. You’re basically saying that I walk like Mott the Hoople.”
“I don’t know how Mott the Hoople walks.”
He didn’t want to show her; it would only prove her point.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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