Carla: This foosball table is evil. It's cursed.
Woody: What are you talking about?
Carla: One day, it mysteriously appeared in the alley out back. From the moment we started to play it, this place turned from a nice local tavern into a seething pit of resentment and backstabbing.
Woody: Oh, so that's how it happened.
Carla: I'm telling you, things got ugly around here. One time, the ball flew out and hit Clavin in the eye for no earthly reason. [laughs] It was funny. But it was spooky. That's when I realized that this is an evil foosball table.
Woody: Well, why didn't you get rid of it?
Carla: Well, we tried to throw it away, but the trashman who picked it up slipped and fell backward into traffic. I'll never forget his last words "What the...?"
Frasier: Well, it's, it's not exactly "The Telltale Heart," but it's a pretty good story.
Woody: Gee, Carla, I had no idea. I'll put it right back.
Norm: Hey, Cliffie! Huh? Check it out. The foos table.
Carla: Too late. It has risen from its resting place to feed upon the fat and middle-aged.