Sam: Carla. I'd like you to meet Woody Boyd. Woody, this is Carla Tortelli.
Woody: Hi, ma'am.
Carla: Ma'am? What's that supposed to mean?
Woody: I believe it's a term of respect.
Carla: No wonder it sounded so weird. Who is this guy?
Sam: Well, he's a friend of Coach's, and he's looking for work. What do you think? You wanna give him a try?
Woody: Me? Mr. Malone, this is the proudest day of my life! I'd work like a slave and I wouldn't take anything more than minimum wage. And, of course, I'd wash your car. And if you ever need someone to just, you know, yell at, I'm your man.
Carla: I think we better keep him, Sam. He wouldn't be safe on the streets.
Woody: Thanks, Carla.