Ethan: Yeah, well you can't do that, Connor. (Because god forbid something comes to pass without our making a comment.)
Connor: Ethan! MYOB! (Because god forbid we speak nicely.)
Ethan: What does that mean?
Me: Mind your own business.
Ethan: But I wanna to know!
Car: Beeeeeeeeeep! (Because I just face-planted into the horn.)