Sam: She's really nice, isn't she, Woody?
Woody: Oh, she's really nice. And sweet and warm and wonderful.
Sam: Yeah?
Woody: Yeah. Back in Hanover, me and my brother used to have a name for a girl like that.
Sam: Yeah, what's that?
Woody: Mom. By the way, Sam, if I ever catch you anywhere near my mother, you'd better pray that God takes you before I do.