Woody: Listen, to tell you the truth, Mrs. Gaines, I was real nervous about meeting you.
Roxanne: Oh! Whatever for?
Woody: Well, it's just that the rest of Kelly's family hates me. It's probably because I'm a bartender with no real future. Just a poor country bumpkin who's dumber than cotton.
Roxanne: Woody, I think you're a very nice young man.
Woody: Really? Well then forget all that bad stuff I said.