What are you looking at, grandpa? Nothing. I was looking at a crack in the ceiling, but now I've a crick in my neck and I'm stuck like this. From now on, I'll probably have to be fed from above like a baby bird. Grampa was looking at a crack and then he got a crick. That's a crock.
I don’t like sitting under trees. I'm always afraid something's going to drop down on me. You're worried about birds? No. Possums. They hang upside down by their tails in trees, you know. Sometimes they have babies hanging with them. I guess I have a fear that one will fall and land in my hair. Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about. No? No. I'd say the possumbilities of that are very low. I'd say that is possumly the worst pun I've ever heard.