Woody: You're firing me, Sam.
Sam: Woody, l-- Boy, I don't know what to say here, man.
Woody: Leave Cheers. You know, I always thought this job was just too good to keep forever. Well, I understand. You know, I'm young and unattached, and I can afford to be out of work more than Ken.
Sam: You are the sweetest guy I know.
Woody: You are too, Sam. [they hug]
Sam: Whoa, what are we doing here? This doesn't have to be a big goodbye. I'll help you find another job, and if Ken ever leaves, you'll be first in line.
Woody: I appreciate that.
Sam: Woody--
Woody: No, I know what you're gonna say, Sam.
Sam: Really? I don't.
Woody: Well, it would have been great. I'll see you, Sam. I'm gonna go get my things.