Rebecca: How can life be so unfair? They put this sweet, wonderful, dirty man behind bars without conjugal visits. Three years I saved myself for a man and what did I end up with? A two-month window of sex.
Woody: Oh, you know, uh, when my brother was in the Army, he used to visit Amsterdam all the time. He said they have a window of sex on every block. Yeah, l, uh, I saved the letters. You might like them, Miss Howe.
Rebecca: No thanks, Woody.
Woody: Okay, Miss Howe. No hurry on those letters, Mr. Clavin.