[As Woody goes to answer the phone, he accidentally drops it in a bucket of water on account of his injured arm.]
Woody: [answers phone] Cheers. Yeah, oh, just a minute, please. Mr. Clavin, for you.
Cliff: Uh, take a message. I'll call 'em back, Wood.
Woody: Yeah, can he get back to you? Oh, yes, ma'am. She wants to know how your leg is.
Cliff: Eh? Eh? See? The mutt's owner tracked me down. Well, tell her that she can deep-six that phony concern of hers. It doesn't cut it with me.
Woody: You can deep-six your phony concern. It doesn't cut it with him.
Cliff: Tell her my leg and I will see her in court.
Woody: His leg and him will see you in court. Oh, okay, I'll tell him. [hangs up] Uh, your mom wants you to be home by 6:00 for dinner.
Cliff: Woody, Woody, why didn't you tell me it was my mother?
Woody: I just did.
Cliff: No, I mean before.
Woody: Well, I didn't know it was her till I picked up the phone.
Cliff: No, Woody... When you were talkin' to her, why didn't you say it was her?
Woody: She already knew that.
Sam: Uh, I'd leave it alone, Cliff. I think it's one of those Zen koan things.