Carla: I am a little worried about the direction this bar is taking.
Sam: How so?
Carla: Well, it just doesn't seem right when the stakes for a game of pool is a round of wine spritzers.
Frasier: Not even the pool room is safe from the encroaching hordes of yuppiedom. How long will it be until we're all suffocated beneath an avalanche of alligator shirts, German cars, and racquetball club memberships? Oh, oh, by the way, Sam, uh, may I have another Perrier with lime?