Little man, you're crying

 She knows why you're blue.

Thank goodness (and her) for that.

I've always thought it odd that I am both her object and her subject.

When she talks of the 'place' that'll do it, just think of a gleaming, modern medical facility, OK?  Not a dirty garage filled with rusty tools.  It'll be easier that way.

Thank goodness for the invention of electricity - it's a great way to save labour, or induce it depending on who's holding the zapper.

One day your luck might run out.