Carla: [evil laughter] Oh, Woods. You know that dust in a dress you've been yakking with?
Woody: Mary?
Carla: You didn't, by any chance, happen to tell her that you're wearing old man makeup for a play, did you?
Woody: That sort of thing is pretty hard to work into polite conversation. With your makeup, and the lighting in here, and those Mr. Magoo glasses of hers, I think she got the wrong idea. She's got the hots for you.
Woody: Carla, you're crazy. She's just a sad old woman who needed someone to talk to. You of all people should understand that. There's no way she's gonna go for me. I mean, in order for her to fall in love with me, I'd have to be the best darn actor in Boston. [Mary taps on glass and blows Woody a kiss] Oh, no, I'm the best darn actor in Boston.