Carla: Last call, everybody!
Woody: Already? Boy, I can't believe it.
Norm: Oh. Time plays funny tricks on you when you get older, Woody.
Cliff: Yeah. You're not a kid anymore, Woodman.
Frasier: Yes. Life rushes past you. Months and years seem to blend into one indistinguishable blur, while from behind you hear the steady relentless beat of the approaching wings of grim-faced death.
Woody: I just meant my watch was slow, but now I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight.