Rebecca: Woody, I thought you were gonna return the hound from hell.
Woody: Oh, the guy's coming for him tomorrow. Unless, of course, you'd like to reconsider and keep him as our mascot.
Rebecca: That's exactly what this bar needs: a loaded weapon that goes off when you say the word, C-O-C-H-l-S-E.
Woody: Great! Spelled it right.