Woody: Uh, Kelly? What is all this?
Kelly: [o.s.] You told me to move all my furniture in so I did. Why? Is there a problem?
Woody: Well, do you think you laid it out in the best possible way?
Kelly: I don't think it matters, Woody. We'll just live in a cramped apartment.
Woody: All right, you win. I'll call the realtor, and... And, uh and we'll go look at houses, okay?
Kelly: You better hurry. I can't feel my legs.