I don't cry when I chop up a Whore.
You don't cry when you cut up a saxophone. Happy Saxophone Day Why this musical abomination deserves its own day is beyond me. Edit: beside to beyond
No one cries when you chop up the baby.
You pay up front for both and even if it's bad, you don't get a refund for either.
Derivatives
He liked to chop and change !
A: No-one cries when you chop up an accordion.