Sam: Oh, dear. Martin seems to be locked in the closet there. Does anyone know how to drive a limo around here?
Woody: Well, I've driven a tractor. It can't be that different.
Sam: No, Woody, when I said anyone, I meant Rebecca.
Woody: Well, in the future, Sam, you might try using a little something that's popular back in Indiana called "direct address."
Sam: I'm- I'm sorry.