Read them poetry. Poetry.

[He goes over to his plants, his once magnificently beautiful plants, now all defying him by throwing leaves all over the place and growing wherever they wanted. He picks one up, looking it over...]

[And then proceeds to throw the pot right at Johnny's head.]

If you liked them so much, you can bloody have them! I don't need them anymore, you've ruined them for good. Thanksssssss.