Riding the Q train into Brooklyn, a mother is sleeping while her two boys, one in a stroller and the other, about 7 years old, entertain themselves:
Boy in stroller, pointing to other passengers: Shoot the bastard. Shoot the bastard.
Older boy, making a mock gun with his hands: Rat-a-tat-tat. Got ’em. Got ’em. (Laughs)
Boy in stroller: Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!