Sam: So, what it boils down to, Woody, is I'm gonna have to let somebody go.
Woody: Boy, that's tough, Sam.
Sam: Yeah. You kids are getting awful heavy here. Why don't you go sit on old Uncle Woody's lap there, huh? There you go. There you go.
Woody: Hey, there we go.
Sam: Okay, now, Woody, try to follow me closely on this, okay? Now, see, I can't fire myself because, well, I own the place.
Woody: Well, that makes sense.
Sam: Yeah. So that means either you or Ken, the father of these two kids. You get what I'm saying here, Woody?
Woody: No.
Boy: I do. I do.
Sam: No, no, no. Listen, maybe you kids ought to go now, huh? Thank you. Bye-bye, sweetheart, bye-bye.