Rebecca: Boy, Cliff, I am so jealous. I used to love horses. You know, when I was a little girl, every weekend I would ride my pony, an-an-and I would feed my pony sugar cubes and little bits of chocolate and, and Snickers. They really like that. And sometimes I would give my pony some Snickers, and then I would eat some Snickers. And then other times I would eat all the sugar cubes and the chocolate and the Snickers before I ever got to the stable. And then one time my riding instructor told me I couldn't ride my pony anymore.
Woody: Why, Miss Howe?
Rebecca: Well, he said that I had... outgrown it. I don't want to talk about this anymore.