Woody: Well, what about you, Sam? You want some crab salad?
Sam: From Melville's? Forget it. I hate that guy John Hill. I'd like to rip his head off and dribble it down Beacon Street.
Woody: Well, forget the crab salad, Sam. I think you could use something with a little fiber in it.
Sam: Woody, I forbid you to eat that man's food.
Woody: Well, Sam, it's a free lunch, and you know how much I make. I mean, I don't always have enough money for lunch, but I do get awful hungry. And, remember, we had that talk about the pretzels being just for the customers.
Sam: Oh, go on, go on, get out of here. Go eat your stupid salad.