Rebecca: Well, for those of you who do care, Robin gets out of prison on Monday.
Sam: Oh well, that's great, great. But aren't you kind of forgetting something important?
Rebecca: No, no, no. No, I remember, we won't have any money. We'll have to start all over.
Sam: No, no, no, no, the limerick, read the limerick.
Rebecca: I cannot believe you guys are more interested in some stupid rhyme than in my happiness.
Woody: Well, it's certainly not true in my case, Ms. Howe.
Rebecca: Well, thank you, Woody.
Woody: I'm interested in both equally. [Rebecca walks off] Boy, she saw right through me. I'm dying to hear that limerick.