Dad speaks fondly of "a time to become one with my couch."

Mother and Dad barely speak to one another and he seems more bothered by it than she is.

Dad didn't speak to Mum on the phone, and he didn't see her, knowing that this was for the best in the long run.

I set the table for three and Dad finally spoke.

Had you and Dad spoken about adopting a child before?

"Dad didn't speak much about his childhood," he said.

I think the voice on the phone reminded me of his because Dad spoke a little French sometimes.

I often heard my Dad speak of him.

Dad hadn't spoken a word, just gazed out the big windows at the pounding surf.

At the board, Dad spoke with a casualness that was a dead giveaway.