Rebecca: The point is, this place is big and scary and I really hate it. Oh, and to make matters even worse, last night, the only thing I could get on television was this movie about this young, beautiful, dark-haired woman, that was all alone in this deserted house.
Woody: Hey, what about that scene where the guy cuts her head off?
Rebecca: Woody, please.
Woody: There's no way her head's gonna come off in one clean cut like that. Believe me, I've seen my uncle butcher hogs, and you have to hack and hack and hack. And when the gardener got it?
Rebecca: Woody, that's enough!
Woody: All right. Don't spoil the ending for everybody else. Yeah, but when you see it, take my advice and turn away when you hear, vrooom-mm-mm-mm! Vrooom-mm-mm-mm!
Rebecca: Woody! Woody. I am just a tiny bit on edge.
Woody: Oh. Sorry, Miss Howe. [blender whirs]
Rebecca: Stop it, Woody!
Woody: Some bar manager, afraid of a blender.