Woody: Oh, I hope it's a mesquite grill. Then I could make a mess of Aunt Lou's baby back ribs.
Rebecca: It is not a mesquite grill, Woody. It's a mechanical bull.
Woody: Well, it's just as well. Aunt Lou's ribs weren't all that good. Come to think of it, she choked on one of them. Just her luck... It was a week before the Heimlich maneuver came out.

Woody: Mrs. Gaines! Jiminy Cricket! Criminy's sake! I don't mean to use foul language, Mrs. Gaines, but, I mean, you've really upset my apple cart.

Kelly: Oh, I almost forgot. Sam.
Sam: Yeah?
Kelly: You're invited to come Saturday, too. After all, you're almost a member of the family. Mother, Sam was the one who introduced Woody and me.
Sam: Actually, no, I didn't.
Kelly: You didn't?
Sam: No.
Kelly: Oh, gee, it would be rude to un-invite you now, so l... l guess we're stuck. Well, we'll see you.