[[BoxJam is holding up the ceiling, which is swollen, sagging, cracking, and dripping water]]

Little BoxJam: Hey - could you make me a glass of water?

BoxJam: Well, you know, I'm a little busy right now...

Little BoxJam: Pfft - fine...I'll go die of thirst...

BoxJam: Listen young man - I sat for TWELVE HOURS with a woman in labor so you could be here today!

[[Wider angle - we see Ms. BoxJam in the scene, to the right, also holding up part of the ceiling]]

BoxJam: Why's that line always work better for you?