Woody: [hums "Isn't it Romantic"] Hey, Sam. I found out all about Miss Chambers' date. I mean, uh... beautiful night of magic.
Sam: Just spill it, will ya, Woody?
Woody: Well, the ballet was exquisite, but it paled by comparison to the enchanting coach ride under the stars. Chad held her porcelain like hand lightly, tracing tiny circles on her alamander-
Sam: Alabaster.
Woody: ...alabaster skin, and then, fearing that the spell might be broken, she invited him up to her pied-de-teer for some quiet conversation and warm brandy, and then...
Sam: What?
Woody: Miss Chambers said if you want to hear the rest, you gotta ask her yourself. [laughs]
Sam: Oh, forget it! Forget it, man!
Woody: Oh, ask her, Sam. Sounds like you won't be disappointed.