More like:
ME: Aw, hey, don't say that. You know things.
SOCRATES: Oh really? You seem well informed about me. Tell me, what is it that I know?
ME: Well, uh, you know that's a tree, right?
SOCRATES: Do I? What makes you confident that I know that?
ME: Uh, you know, you can see that it's shaped like a tree...
SOCRATES: Perhaps, but don't you think that other things could be shaped like trees, sometimes?
ME: Uh... like what?
SOCRATES: Hey, I'm asking the questions here, wise guy! Anyway, you seem to know a lot about trees, can you tell me how to know the difference between a tree and a large bush?
ME: Well I'm actually not, like, a botanist...
SOCRATES: So you don't know? But you seemed so confident that I knew! Perhaps it's not trees you're well informed about, but knowledge itself? Tell me, what does it mean to know something?
ME: *epistemological stammering*