Woody: Hey, Miss Howe, Mr. Hill put a lock on the Dumpster. What should I do with this?
Rebecca: Well, just set it down someplace.
Woody: All right. [Woody places the black, garbage bag on the stool next to Norm]
Norm: [reading a newspaper] Cliffie, you want to, uh, pass me the sports page, please?
Woody: Mr. Peterson, that's just a bag of garbage you're talking to.
Norm: Come here, Woody. Maybe if we all cut Cliff a little bit of slack, he wouldn't be such a "bag of garbage," as you put it, okay?