Woody: Hey, Sam, you want to try my new drink?
Sam: Woody, I can't touch that stuff. I'm an alcoholic.
Woody: You are?
Sam: Oh, I I'm sorry. I- I thought you knew. Yeah, I drank myself out of baseball and out of a marriage.
Woody: Gee, that's hard to believe.
Sam: Well, it's true. Right, gang?
Carla: Yeah.
Norm: Guy had a face full of booze.
Woody: No, no, no, I believe you were a drunk, Sam. I just didn't know you'd been married.