Ah, well there you have me. I'm afraid you are pigeon toed

John Adams:

Abigail, I'm very lonely. Abigail:
Are you, John? As long as you're sending for wives, why not send for your own? John Adams:
Oh, don't be unreasonable, Madam! Abigail:
Oh, now I'm unreasonable? You must add that to your list. John Adams:
List? What list? Abigail:
The catalogue of my faults you included in your last letter. John Adams:
They were fondly intended, Madam! Abigail:
Indeed? That I play at cards badly? John Adams:
An endearment. Abigail:
That my posture is crooked? John Adams:
A complement. Abigail:
That I read, talk and think too much? John Adams:
An irony. Abigail:
That I am pigeon-toed? John Adams:
Ah, well there you have me. I'm afraid you are pigeon toed