Frasier: Hi, Wood. Let me get a beer, will you? Oh, say, what'd you do to your thumb there?
Woody: Oh, well, it's a long story, but, uh, I was playing this guy some pool last night, and I had this one-four-seven combination.
Frasier: Yeah.
Woody: So, I was trying to show off and sink all of them in one shot, but the balls were positioned in such a way that I had to lean way over the edge of the table and get in a kind of twisted-up...
Frasier: Yeah, so, what, you fell and you broke your thumb?
Woody: No. I still couldn't get the shot, so I went and got the bridge and I got up on a chair and I put all my weight on the bridge.
Frasier: And it snapped and you fell and broke your thumb?
Woody: No. I made the shot and I beat the guy.
Frasier: Oh, so he got angry and he broke your thumb, right?
Woody: No, I beat him fair and square and he paid me the ten bucks he owed me.
Frasier: So, how did you break your thumb?
Woody: I slipped on the ice on the way home.
Frasier: Woody, why did you go into all that long-winded detail about the game?
Woody: Well, now, it wouldn't have been much of a story without the pool stuff.
Man: Hello, Woody. What happened to your thumb?
Woody: Oh, I slipped on the ice.
Frasier: Woody, why didn't you tell him the long, drawn-out version?
Woody: That's the guy I was playing pool with.