Grand­son: I wan­na watch that show Chuck — about the spy.
Grand­ma: Cluck? It’s called ‘Cluck’?
Grand­son: Chuck. He’s a spy.
Grand­ma: Cluck? Like a chick­en?
Grand­son: Grand­ma, you’re stu­pid.
Grand­ma: I just don’t think a chick­en would make a good spy. He’d al­ways be cluck­ing.
Grand­son: He’s not a chick­en, he’s a spy.
Grand­ma: But then again, no one ex­pects a chick­en… Damn chick­ens…

–L train