Kelly: It's not right for you to be here. You shouldn't even be seeing me like this. I'm not decent.
Woody: It's all right, Kelly. I didn't look. Yeah, I did, Sam. Kelly, I want to say something. [gets down on one knee] I'm not gonna just stand still while you run off to Europe. I love you, Kelly, and I want to make you Mrs. Woodrow Tiberius Boyd.
Kelly: Tiberius?
Woody: Susan!
Sam: Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Kids, kids, calm down. Why is everybody making such a big fuss about their middle name?
Woody: What's yours, Sam?
Sam: Hey, shut up.