Sam: Come on, Carla, they wouldn't make this up.
Carla: Oh, yeah? Hey, Corncob.
Woody: Who, me?
Carla: No, the other corncob. Look, if Woody here, who has never told a little white fib in his whole entire life, because he knows that if he does, he'd go straight to H-E-double hockey sticks, says that they jumped, then they jumped. Now, Woody... [Carla sits Woody up on the bar] Did you and your two playmates over there, really, really jump out of an airplane?
Woody: Well, we went up in the plane. I remember, 'cause I was there.
Carla: Yeah?
Woody: We were very high and we looked down... Did I mention we were in the plane?
Carla: Yeah.
Woody: And the people looked like ants. Although, the kind of ants you can hardly see.
Carla: Woody, did you jump?!
Woody: Yes, I jumped, the parachute opened, I landed. It was all very simple and believable.
Carla: God! I don't believe you guys really did it. But Woody never lies, so I guess it's the truth. Did you jump? Woody: Yes.
Carla: Jump?
Woody: Yes. [Carla looks at Woody] Yes!