Diane: Woody, more coffee.
Woody: Okay, Miss Chambers. I've got something to cheer ya up. I sent in a poem to that magazine of yours.
Diane: Oh, my God, don't tell me that they published yours, too?
Woody: No, I got one of your "soon and inevitably to be accepted" letters. Huh? That's pretty exciting.
Diane: Oh, my God. Sam was right. Sam the Bard. It was a form letter all along. We two were sent a condescending form letter.
Woody: I'm framing mine.