Woody: What's wrong, Sam?
Sam: Oh, I think I broke my tooth. I don't believe that. There's a shell in this salad. I'm going to sue him for everything he's worth.
Woody: Oh, great! Just when I get a little ahead in my checking account.
Sam: Not you, Woody. Hill. Ooh, you know something? I am going to sue him. Oh, yes! Oh, yes, and I'm going to win, too. [laughs] Here's to me!
Norm: All right.
[Sam grunts as he takes a drink of his soda]