Norm: Woods, refill, please.
Woody: Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.
Cliff: Hey, hey, hey. Why so down in the mouth there, bud?
Woody: Well, I'm understudying another play, and I know I'm never gonna get to go on, because the star never gets sick. But, darn it, the part is perfect for me.
Cliff: Yeah? What is that part?
Woody: Moses. My theater group is doing an original play, An Evening With the Prophets.
Norm: Mm.
Woody: I got more lines than any of the other Israelites. [Norm chuckles] But I managed to jam them all in, right up here.
Cliff: Mm. Yeah, your head looks packed, all right.