Norm: Woody, I didn't know you kept bees.
Woody: Oh, are you kidding? Hey, when I was a kid, you couldn't keep me away from my Uncle Fergy's hives. In fact, you'll never guess what they used to call me.
Carla: The kid rolling around on the ground in agony covered with painful welts?
Woody: No. Uh, Woody, the beekeeper.
Carla: Oh.
Woody: But you couldn't have known that.