Rebecca: Well, I better hire a relief bartender. [picks up the phone] Hello? Is there somebody on this phone?
Woody: Oh, uh, hi, Miss Howe. It's- It's me, Woody.
Rebecca: Woody, are you using this phone?
Woody: No, no, not really.
Rebecca: What are you doing, Woody?
Woody: Oh, I'm just standing here holding it.
Rebecca: Woody, hang up the phone, please. I have to hire another bartender now.
Woody: Oh, no, Miss Howe, I'm really sorry. I swear I'll never do it again.