Rebecca: I want to get out of here. I just took my stuff from your office and now I'm leaving.
Woody: Ms. Howe, you're leaving for good? I mean, I guess I should have realized that you would, but now that you actually are... I'm going to miss you. Don't those push pins belong to the bar?
Sam: Woody, Woody, it's all right, man.
Woody: Oh, now what... these index cards and these staples.
Sam: Woody, she's upset.
Woody: She's taking all our stuff, Sam. This is even our box.
Sam: Woody, shut up, will you?
Woody: Oh, this is my sweater!
Sam: Woody, shut up!
Sam: Come on!
Rebecca: You just take your own damn stuff. I don't want to be reminded of this stupid place anyway.
Woody: Oh, wait, Ms. Howe. This isn't my sweater. But if you don't want it...