Woody: Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late.
Sam: Woody, man, you look terrible!
Woody: Yeah, I came straight from the graveyard. This is the worst night yet.
Cliff: Why was that, there, Wood?
Woody: Well, a couple of guys called in sick, and then, uh, we couldn't seem to bury old Mrs. Jane Van Der Hooven, beloved wife and mother. It was like she didn't want to go down. First the backhoe broke, and we had to dig the hole by hand. And then the ground was frozen and, uh, broke the handle on the shovel. And then the coffin kept popping open. You- You never get used to that, Sam.
Sam: I don't suppose you do.
Woody: And then when we finally buried old Mrs. Jane Van Der Hooven, beloved wife and mother, there was, uh, this strange gurgling sound and... I knew it was probably just old Gus finishing his shake, but uh, you don't want to take chances on something like that. So, I had to dig her up and check it. What a night.
Sam: I don't think you're gonna make it, man. This job's gonna kill you.
Woody: Oh, Sam, I gotta earn enough money to pay for the ring. [sobbing] It helps to do that every now and then.