Woody: Hey, Carla.
Carla: What's the matter, Eefus?
Woody: Well, you served table three's drinks to table five.
Carla: That's a five?
Woody: Yeah, can't you read that?
Cliff: Aw, it's not surprising, Woody. Carla's reaching that age where the lens of the cornea loses its elasticity. They do say that the eye is the first to go. [chuckles]
Carla: Keep it up and your teeth will be the first to go. [sticks in an olive in Cliff's ear]
Cliff: That was clearly a three there, Eefus. Get your orders straight.