Pete: Gee, Woody, where you going?
Woody: [downbeat] I'm going to Venice, and then Florence, and then I've got to see the Seven Hills of something or other I don't know.
Rebecca: Woody, you're going to love Italy. I'll never forget my first trip. Bunking in youth hostels, thumbing rides, this wild fling with this crazy Italian boy who never told me his name. And then one night, getting ahold of some cheap wine and getting really plastered and ripping off all my clothes... Changing for choir practice. I was with my church group.
Sam: Seems like you used to be a lot more fun. Yeah. When did you lose this childlike love of life? And why couldn't I have known you back when you were cheap and slutty?