Woody: Oh, boy, that's the third time you beat me, Mike. I guess I owe you another beer.
Mike: No, that's okay. I gotta run. I'll take a rain check on that one, huh?
Carla: Lost again, huh?
Woody: Yeah, I don't know what's the matter with me. It seems like that guy just has my number, you know?
Carla: Yeah, forget about it. Next time he comes in here, you just challenge him to some Italian arm wrestling.
Woody: Oh, I never tried that.
Carla: Come here. Give me your arm. Okay, now, I'm gonna pull as hard as I can, and you resist me with all your strength.
Woody: All right.
Carla: Go.
[Carla tries to pull Woody's arm towards her as he resists. When she lets go, Woody knocks himself on the head with his hand]
Woody: Wow. I beat Carla! And I'm not even Italian.