Rebecca: What's Russell going to do while he's here in Boston, Woody?
Woody: Well, I don't know, Miss Howe. [Russell plays a simple melody on piano] I was hoping he could work at Cheers.
Rebecca: What does he know how to do?
Woody: Uh, that's the question. Yeah, he was always off writing and sculpting and painting, while the rest of us were bettering ourselves by learning air-conditioning repair and riding dirt bikes. Yeah, to tell you the truth, I don't know if he can do much of anything. [Russell plays boogie-woogie melody virtuosically] Of course! Why didn't I think of it before? He can be a busboy.