"C'mon, ya gotta see this!" "See what! Elliot, why are we going to the — o mon dieu... What is that..." "Isnt it neat?" "And why did you... buy this?" "For little Raymond! For Christmas! It was on sale at Canadian Tire, and I thought, Man, what a perfect gift for our son!" " — who is only four years old, I might add. Elliot..." "Oh c'mon, Gilles. He's gonna love it!" "That's what worries me, mon amour." "Okay, so he might be a little young for it, but he'll grow into it! And then we'll be ready!" "No." "Oh c'mon. Please??? Look, you wanna take it for a spin?" "What? Est-ce que t'es completement fou?" "Well, sure. It helps to be a little fou now and then. C'mon, just get on it. Just for a moment." "Elliot, this is — " "Now, imagine you're his age. Now, take it for a spin around the yard." "Elliot..." "You wont fall off. I'll catch you before you do. C'mon. Look, just press that button there... and... see? Is that not the coolest sounding engine in, like, ever?" "This is totally — Fine. Where is the clutch? Which is the brake?" "There. And there. And that's the gas.... Hey, check you out on your little scooter! Wait! Let me — " "Elliot, there is not enough room for both of us on this thing!" "Sure there is! See? Okay, give it the gas. Woo-hoo! I'm flying, Jack! I'm flying!" "Elliot! Sit down! Immediament!" "... Mmm. Okay, I'll sit down, but I have to sit really close, ya know. Short seat.... Isnt this great?" "... Oui, I suppose it is." "So can we give it to him?" "Non. He is too young." "Aw man..." "But..." "But what?" "We arent. Hold on!"