Situation:
Micky, David, and
Pilar are happily eating in greasy fast food joint, when Micky gets the call: their mom is pulling up on the corner.
Micky jumps out of his seat and heads towards the door. Just
before the door closes, Micky lets his siblings know that the car is approaching.
Micky: Shotgun. Ha ha ha. Ha.
Pilar and David: Shotgun!
Micky: Too bad! I called it. Better luck later, losers.
Pilar: Well, laser! Now what, punk.
Micky and David, then, get into the backseat of the car with an air of humiliation.
Pilar whispers: Laser beats all.