Sam: Wow. How 'bout that? You guys are getting along great, aren't you?
Woody: Yep, Sam. You know, I owe it all to my little speech. As soon as I delivered it, he was putty in my hands.
Sam: Well, that's great, man, that's great.
Woody: Yeah.
Sam: I noticed, though, you said, uh, your speech, when, you know, technically it was my speech. Remember? Right over there, l, uh, thought it up.
Woody: You may have thought it up, Sam, but I'm the one who made it sing.
Sam: Well, whatever. Congratulations.
Woody: Yeah, you know, when, uh, Woody Boyd talks, people listen. Matter of fact, Sam, I'm gonna do you a great, big favor. Mr. Peterson, I'm gonna talk and you're gonna listen. It's about your beer tab.
Norm: Wood, stay in the shallow end.
Woody: Yeah, maybe you're right, sorry.