Schmutzie: When I was young there was this kid named Michael across the street. He had a potato gun.
Palinode: I hate potato guns. No matter what you aim at, you always end up hitting a potato.
Schmutzie: No -
Palinode: - Yes.
Schmutzie: No! That's not how potato guns work. They shoot potatoes.
Palinode: Every damn time.
Schmutzie: No! They shoot them out of themselves.
Palinode: They're good for finding hidden potatoes, though.