Rebecca: You know, I really think I can put together a great Thanksgiving dinner. This’ll be the second one that I’ve cooked, and believe me, the first one was not the disaster that my family said it was. Those kids had a pretty good time in that ambulance.

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Sam: Looks like beer, Norm.
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Norm: I know. If she calls, I’m not here.

Woody: Pour you a beer, Mr. Peterson?
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