Holly Matheson: Let's start with our police force. Morale is at an all-time low. Officers are underpaid and overworked. What do you plan to do?
Woody: Well, I don't know much about big city stuff. I was raised on a farm.
Holly Matheson: Oh, I get it. This is your hook. You're the innocent farm boy telling the big city slickers to clean up the barn and all that farm crap.
Woody: Well, no, it's not crap. If you don't clean up the barn, you get rats.
Holly Matheson: Yes, yes. So in other words, it's time to clean up city hall.
Woody: Well, I'm just saying that, uh, if you let the rats go, then, uh, you know, pretty soon you don't have a barn. You just have kind of a... a rat place.
Holly Matheson: Okay. So if we don't do something now, we'll lose our fair city. Blah, blah, blah.
Woody: You know, my Grandpa Boyd caught a rat the size of a pig. Or was it a pig the size of a rat? Well, either way, it was a big hit at the county fair.
Holly Matheson: So what you're saying is, there are no easy answers.
Woody: Well, not for me, there aren't.
Holly Matheson: You really believe this farm stuff, don't you?
Woody: With all my heart.
Holly Matheson: Well, it's kind of a cornball message, but you just might be the kind of guy who can sell that stuff.
Woody: Oh, thanks, ma'am. [goes to shake her hand as she walks away]
Frasier: Woody, that was absolutely brilliant.
Woody: [scoffs] Some reporter. She didn't even want to ask me about politics.