Rebecca: Let me see that. [gasps] This is a decent picture of me. Look at that! I'm gorgeous and sexy.
Carla: And dead as a doornail.
Rebecca: What?
Carla: You're in the obituaries.
Rebecca: Oh, God!
Sam: No, don't feel bad, it says you died in bed.
Woody: I didn't know you helped build the Panama Canal.
Rebecca: Woody, that is someone else's obituary. I am not dead. I am a living, breathing human being.
Woody: I know that. So where'd they put all the dirt, anyway?