George: You're getting awfully dirty down there.
Me: I'm well aware of that. It's the price I have to pay to get your ears in the frame.
George: I'm concerned about this snowball thing.
George: It keeps covering my eye. The folks at home might not recognize me.
Me: If you wouldn't stand so close to me, I'd have more room to work.
George: Why didn't you say so? Let me turn around so you can scratch my butt. Got enough room now?