Rebecca: Woody, you opened last night in Arsenic and Old Lace. Why didn't you tell me so I could go?
Woody: I did tell you, Miss Howe. I told you dozens of times and I sent you an invitation with a cute, little cartoon of me drawn on it. You said you were going to be there and I reserved a seat for you in the front row.
Rebecca: Oh! Then I was sick.
Woody: Oh, I'm sorry. Are you feeling better?
Rebecca: Hmm, so-so.