Sam: See now, that, that's not right.
Carla: Gary did it to us again.
Norm: Walled off from the keg. I want him dead, Sam. His family, dead. His friends, dead!
Sam: Oh, now see, this... This is... This is the lowest thing a person can do. This is pure evil.
Carla: Yeah. Why can't we think like that?
Sam: Tell me about it.
Norm: I thought you left Woody here to guard against things like this.
Woody: [o.s.] Sorry, Sam. I fell asleep.
Carla: They walled Woody in the bar.
Sam: Woody, you all right in there?
Woody: Well, I'm feeling light-headed and woozy, Sam.
Norm: That's the way I want to feel. Somebody tear this thing down!