Woody: No, wait, Kelly. It's not what I want, but you have to understand something. I'm just a poor working guy.
Kelly: Could we go someplace and talk?
Woody: I can't leave now.
Kelly: Why not?
Woody: I have a job.
Kelly: I know, I think that's so cute.
Woody: I don't work to be cute. I work to make money to live. The cute part just happens.