Eddie LeBec: What am I doing? Carla... Look, I don't want to give up the best thing that ever happened to me.
Carla: Oh, come off it, Eddie. You're just as superstitious as I am.
Eddie LeBec: Well, not anymore. And I'm going to prove to you there's nothing to all that mumbo jumbo. Woody, hand me a mirror.
Woody: Huh?
Eddie LeBec: You know, the one Sam's always looking at himself in.
Carla: What are you going to do?
Eddie LeBec: I'm going to break it.
Carla: The bad luck is starting already. He's lost his mind. [gasps as Eddie breaks the mirror]
Sam: Hey, that's my mirror.
Eddie LeBec: You see? Nothing. The ground didn't open up and swallow me.
Carla: That's because they want you out in the open where lightning can get you.
Carla: Don't do that! Oh!
Eddie LeBec: Which shoulder do you throw salt over to avoid bad luck?
Carla: The left, the left. [Eddie continues swiping the salt off the bar]
Carla: No! No, no! Forgive him, demons of Hell. He's a hockey player.