SEK spies an OLD LADY being crushed by the Christmas tree she's trying to remove from the roof of her car.
SEK: Do you need some help with that?
OLD LADY: Yes, some would be nice.
SEK: Let me take that.
SEK accepts far more weight than this tiny muscles can bear but whatever.
OLD LADY: Thank you. It's good to know someone has the Christmas spirit.
SEK: I'm not a—
OLD LADY: You have the spirit, whatever you are.
SEK: (well-nigh collapsing) I'm not anything.
OLD LADY: Everyone is something.
OLD LADY: Everyone.
SEK: So I get to choose?
OLD LADY: Everyone gets to choose.
SEK: Then I'm Batman.
OLD LADY: Excuse me?
SEK: If I get to choose, I'm Batman.