Richard [frustrated that Isaac wont go downstairs alone]: “Just go. What are you afraid of?”
Isaac: “The monster.”
Richard: “The monster isn’t downstairs. He lives under your bed.”
Isaac: “Okay [brief pause]  What?!”

Dead Flowers

Isaac: “Richard, do you want me to draw you some flowers?”
Richard: “Sure, flowers are always nice.”
Isaac: “They are going to be dead.”
Richard: “Why are you drawing me dead flowers?”
Isaac: “’’Cause all I have is a black marker!”