One of the cutest conversations I ever heard in church was while waiting for a class to start. Two old ladies were talking about when one of them was taking her grandchild to see the new Harry Potter movie. She seemed to have read the books, too.
Being who I am, and near the front of the line, I said "Hey buddy! The line starts way back there!"
He glared at me, looked down his nose and snottily said, "I'm not here for that Harry Potter book, I'M here for HILLARY's Book."
I looked back into his eyes with the most sympathetic expression possible on my face and calmly replied, "You poor delusional creature. At least we know we are buying a work of fiction"...