Ginty: [while seeing her father shave] Why do you do that?
Travers Goff: For you my dear!
[He flicks the blade in the air like a swordsman]
Travers Goff: Swish! Which kind of kisses do you prefer, Gintamina? Swoosh! Scratchy ones or silky ones?
Ginty: [thinks] Silky ones.
Travers Goff: A man must shave for to spare his daughter's cheeks! Swish!