Me (as we're passing a firetruck stopped in the lane next to us and the men are getting out):
Don't hit the firemen jumping into the middle of the street.
Kim:
Yeah, I don't want to take their door off.
Me:
It's more like their door would rip the roof off the car. And take our heads with it.
Kim:
You're probably right.
Me:
And it would be ugly. I would cry.
Kim:
And then your head would just be lying in the street, crying.
Me:
Yeah, and people would feel sorry for me, because my head would be sad.
