Woody: Why, I thought the oldest trick in the book was the one where the guy tells you you got a spot on your shirt and then when you look down, bud-oom-- flicks you in the nose.
Cliff: Well, uh, Woody, you do have a spot on your shirt there.
Woody: Ah, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Clavin. I'm not falling for that. I'm much too smart for you.
Cliff: Wait, no, no, Woody, Woody. You, you got a spot right there.
Woody: Yeah, yeah, right. You're not gone make me look like a dope.
[When Woody turns around, there's a large red stain on the front of his shirt]