Woody: Oh, that's all right, Dr. Crane, we all get scared. For example, when Mr. Clavin sees that clown outside the car wash, he starts screaming at the top of his lungs.
Cliff: I got a phobia, okay? Let me tell you a story here about a sweet little eight-year-old called Cliff Clavin. On his eighth birthday, his ma hires a clown. Great idea, right? Except for one thing. None of the other kids show up. So here I am with this clown for five hours. Just me and him, back and forth... "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." I keep screaming, "Enough, enough," but, no, Ma wanted to get her money's worth.