Stan: (lying face down on the church floor with his bum in the air, crack fetchingly displayed) I don't like church. I don't want to be here.
Mum: Please get up Stanley. Why don't you like church?
Stan: The church makes my heart hurt. My heart hurts because it is so miserable. I'm staying down here.
Mum: Come on Stan, I'll help you up.
Stan: I'll only get on my knees. I don't want to get the church on my feet.