Sam: Oh, man, I'm gonna lose my poolroom. I've gotta think of some way to stop her.
Carla: I agree with you, Sammy. Go for the jugular.
Sam: Oh, yeah, yeah. Whatta ya mean, like sabotage her?
Carla: No, go for her jugular. I mean, you can't sell chili when her throat's all ripped out. Well, she could, but who'd wanna buy it?