Sam: So, what's this, uh, play you tried out for?
Woody: Well, it's a brand-new one. It's called Authors in Hell. I'm hoping to play either Mark Twain, one of the guys from the Algonquin Round Table or Satan. But heck, I'd be just as happy playing a fire-breathing incubus. They get to stay onstage the whole four hours.
Woody: Hey, hey, that's my director, Grif Palmer. This must mean I got the part.
Norm: Or that he's thirsty.
Woody: Hi, Mr. Palmer. Can I get you a drink?
Grif Palmer: No, thanks.
Woody: I got the part!