Diane: Well, we were just fantasizing about customers in the bar, making up little stories about them. Two beers, Woody.
Woody: Well, he's probably a writer or a poet or something.
Diane: Oh, that's very good. What do you think he's writing, Woody?
Woody: Well, I hope he's not writing about a boy and his dog who roam through the countryside doing good deeds and drinking beer.
Diane: Why?
Woody: Because that's the story I'm writing.