Woody: I don't know, Miss Chambers. Maybe we better not send this film to my folks.
Diane: Oh, Woody, it's a fait accompli.
Woody: Was it ever.
Diane: No, I mean, I've already sent a copy to your father. For all we know, he may be viewing it as we speak.
Sam: Oh, I think that's a mistake.
Diane: Why?
Sam: Well, your film, uh, didn't have enough... Well, there, there was too much... It needed a little, uh...
Carla: Yeah, and it stunk, too.
Diane: Thank you, Siskel and Ebert. Take my word for it, after Woody's father sees this impassioned plea for individual freedom, there is no way he will be able to order Woody to leave here against his will.