Boone:
Pick me up.

Me:
Not now, Boone. I'll pick you up later.

Boone:
Pick me up.

Me:
I'm tired. I'll pick you up later.

Boone:
Pick me up.

Wyatt:
For the love of God, man! Pick him up.

Me:
C'mon. I've been holding you for 10 minutes now.

Boone:
So?

Me:
You're getting big. You're heavy now.

Wyatt:
Dude, you're at least twice his size.

Me:
Trust me. You guys wear me out.

Boone:
Not my problem.

Me:
Just let me rest for a few minutes.

Boone:
Pick me up.

Me:
No.

Boone:
Pick me up! Pick me up! Pick me up! Pick me up!

Me:
Boone, chill out. I mean it.

Boone:
PICK! ME! UP!

Wyatt:
Here, I'll pick you up.

Boone:
No, wait—

Wyatt:
Hnnnngh...

Boone:
Let go. Whoa! OW!

Wyatt:
Dude, your elbow is on my neck. Get off me!

Boone:
I'm trying.

Me:
Well, you got picked up.

Boone:
Yeah. For, like, a second.

Me:
Not my problem.