Sam: You know, it would've been nice to have her back in the bar. Come to think of it, you know, how much work would there be for her really to do? I mean, do I really need a manager?
Man: [enters] I've got a truckload of sorghum for a Sam Malone.
Sam: I didn't say I wanted sorghum. I said I wanted "some more gum." God, I hate voice mail.
Man: It's not my problem. Uh... Where do you want me to put this?
Sam: Oh, I don't know. What is sorghum, anyway?
Woody: Oh, it's grain, Sam. It's used to feed livestock.
Sam: So, if I put it in a bowl, would those guys eat it?
Woody: Are you kidding? I was late putting out the Beer Nuts last night and Mr. Peterson almost snapped off my thumb.
Sam: Fill 'em up.