Rebecca: Until I began eating clean, I never realized how good a nice, dry rice cake could taste.
Woody: How can you eat those, Miss Howe? They don't have any flavor.
Rebecca: Oh. If I eat these, I will live longer.
Woody: Well, I have a question. You know how you're always talking about how you hate your life? How come you want to make it longer?
Rebecca: Shut up, Woody.