A conversation I overheard last week between Stewart and his friend Jimmie...
Jimmie: My scooter is crying.
Stewart: Scooters don't cry, Jimmie.
Jimmie: They do when you chop them up into little pieces! (suddenly noticing me) Sarah, Stewart said he's going to chop my scooter up into little pieces!
Stewart: (calmly) No I didn't. (Pause). I said I was going to cut it into little pieces.