You, bursting in on me while I'm peeing, and pointing dramatically: "There no fridge on you!"
Me: "There's no fridge on me?"
You (confidently): "No, there no fridge on you."
Me: "Uh...is there a fridge on YOU?"
You: "There no fridge on Xander."
Me: "Well, that's a relief."
Me (as we're getting ready to drive off to the Ranch): "Okay, buddy, we just have to stop for gas and then we can hit the road!"
You: "Hit the road?"
Me: "Yep, after we get gas."
You: "I wuv gas."
Me: "You love gas?"
You: "I want to hold it."
You (while I am pushing you on the swing): "Dere monsters over dere?"
Me: "No, there are no monsters allowed here."
You: "No monsters?"
Me: "Nope, no monsters!"
You: "Dere a baby monster over dere."
Me: "Oh, well, a baby monster, maybe. Baby monsters aren't scary."
You: "I say hi to him?"
You (waving in the general direction of the back gate and just about falling off the swing): "Hiiiiii, Baby Monster!"
You: "He ticklin' me!"
I will never run out of material, now that you've learned to talk.