Sam: Hey, fella. [laughs] You a little sweet on Rebecca there, huh?
Woody: Nah, get out.
Sam: No, come on. You've got that kind of dopey look. Hey, get over here. You can tell us, come on.
Woody: Well... Okay. Uh, last couple of months, I have kind of noticed her. [Sam laughs] In fact, if it weren't for Mr. Drake, I really might go after her. [laughter]
Alan: Come on, Woody.
Cliff: Hey, hey, that's good, Woody, good.
Woody: What's so funny?
Carla: No disrespect, Rhinestone Cowpie. But I really don't think her idea of a hot date is a butter-churning contest in Tobacci-flats.