Kelly: Wait, everybody. Woody hasn't given me his present yet.
Woody: Oh. That's right, Kelly. Uh, could you come stand over here? I'd like to sing you a little song I wrote for you. Now I should tell you right up front, that I'm not really a professional singer. I'm more of a vocal stylist.
Mr. Gaines: The song, Woody.
Woody: Oh, right. [plays sweetly] Kelly, my darling, you are my sunshine When we're together I feel fine Your smile is so lovely, your hair is so clean You make me feel that the whole world is mine Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly K-E-L-L-Y Why? Because you're Kelly, Kelly, Kelly Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly of mine [soft applause] Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. [song ends]
Kelly: Oh, Woody, that was beautiful.
Woody: You really liked it?
Kelly: Oh, I liked it more than anything.
Woody: Thanks.
Kelly: So, where's my gift?