Woody: [sobbing] I'm sorry, Sam, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this.
Sam: I know you didn't. That's all right. It's okay.
Carla: He's been like this ever since you left, Sam.
Woody: Sam, I... I've come to donate an organ or something.
Sam: Woody, Woody, I have a hernia.
Woody: Well, if you need another one, take mine.