I was at work today and I overheard this conversational fragment:
Man: I would love to be a bear. Then I could gouge out your heart and feed it to my cubs. Well, not yours, specifically.
Woman: Not mine?
Man: No. Not yours. But that ursine thing . . . it's so . . .
And then someone started talking to me and I couldn't hear the rest, so I had to bang my head against my desk because WTF?
(* This comes from a Lewis Black bit where he talks about overhearing a woman say, "If it wasn't for my horse, I never would have made it through college," and how that phrase has haunted him and would probably be the reason he had a stroke and died.)