Woody: You wanted to talk to me, Mr. Gaines?
Mr. Gaines: Yes, Woody, now that we're almost family, Mr. Gaines sounds pretty cold and formal.
Woody: Dad?
Mr. Gaines: But better than that; have a seat here, Woody. Now, Woody, I don't think I've ever tried to hide the fact that I dislike you intensely.
Woody: I appreciate that, sir.
Mr. Gaines: The only reason I've accepted this union is that my daughter loves you so very much. Oh, I know she's had other suitors with better backgrounds, but they all had one thing on their minds. They couldn't keep their hands off my little girl, and I hate that. But you, on the other hand, have always seemed to respect and love my daughter. But believe me, if I thought for one moment, you didn't respect my Kelly, I'd call off this wedding and have those dogs of mine eat you alive. Do I make myself clear?
Woody: Oh, yes, sir.
Mr. Gaines: Now, Woody, I know this sounds like a meddlesome father-in-law giving advice, but it isn't. It's a threat.
Woody: [to Sam & Rebecca] Think he's starting to like me.