Woody: Gather 'round, everybody. I'm going to do Authors in Hell. I mean, if that's all right with you, Miss Howe.
Rebecca: Well, I was planning to wait for the movie, but go ahead.
Woody: Imagine if you will a huge book opens up, and l - Mark Twain - step out. I am surrounded by various tormented American writers. And Satan. The lights dim. [as Twain] Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted. Persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished. Persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. [a patron coughs as Woody smokes a cigar]
Rebecca: Woody, go on.
Woody: Well, I just sit here and smoke. I don't talk again till the middle of act four.