Lars: Abra...cadabra! [right before he pooped on the potty]
Sarah: Are you trying to make my life really hard?
Lars: Yeah.
Lars: Bluebewies are good for my bwaaiin.
Lars just soaked his underwear, shorts, and kitchen chair due to his indifference toward urinating where requested. When I put him on the toilet Lars informed me that his next move would be a cold shower (true) and that he would scream "I'm done, I'm done" (true) and then a bunch of other stuff that ended with me being eaten by wolves (probably not true).
