Carla: Oh, oh. Oh, bad news, guys. The wedding's off.
Woody: What are you talking about, Carla?
Carla: Well, according to my chart, this is the worst possible day for you guys to get married. If you do, the wedding will be a disaster.
Cliff: Oh, for crying out loud, Carla! You ought to know by now, horoscopes are for suckers.
Carla: Oh, they're for suckers, huh, Clavin?
Cliff: Sure. I was reading an article debunking them in last month's UFO Spotter's Guide.