Kelly: What did you want to talk about, Woody?
Woody: Well, Kelly, you don't really like this place all that much, do you?
Kelly: Oh, sure I do. I love this place. It's keen.
Woody: Oh, boy. Kelly, Cheers is not such a great place.
Kelly: Well, what do you mean, Woody?
Woody: Oh, I mean it's nice on the surface, but when you get right down to it, there's a dark side to Cheers.
Kelly: Really?
Woody: Aw, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, you're so naive. Nobody respects anybody here. Oh, they're nice to your face, but as soon as you turn around, they're plotting some way to get rid of you. And they never do their own dirty work. Nope. No, no. They wouldn't stoop to that. They'd rather use some poor innocent farm boy to carry out their sinister deeds while they go prancing off to get a facial! Well, I'm not doing it anymore! I quit!
Kelly: Then I quit, too! Bye, everybody.