Father Barry: Well, I know exactly what to do. You relax and put your faith in me. You do trust me, don't you?
Frasier: Absolutely, Father.
Father Barry: Good!
[Frasier screams as Father Barry yanks his hand out of the pool table]
Frasier: [whimpers] My thumb!
Father Barry: Offer the pain up to God for the poor souls, my son.
Frasier: What?!
Carla: I think you just lost one, Father.