Sam: Can I get you something to drink here?
Woody: Well, a soda pop would be good.
Sam: Soda pop. All right, all right.
Woody: See, I got in the habit of writing to the bars in the big city, in the hopes of landing a job, and once I wrote a letter to Cheers, and Coach answered my letter. I liked him right away. Maybe it was because he was the only one who wrote back to me.
Sam: Woody, did you say you were looking for work?
Woody: Well, actually, I came to Boston on a fact-finding tour. See, I tend bar back home in Indiana. Well, it's not a bar exactly. It's more like a pigsty with a jukebox, if we had a jukebox.