Stan: I swear, Ray, he put some kind of voodoo curse on Joe Taggard last week.
Garvin: Yeah, he kept saying he had this feeling that Joe Taggard was off his game.
Ray: Wait a minute. I thought you were talking about poker.
Stan: No, no, we've been betting sports.
Garvin: Yeah, yesterday your father takes Seattle over the Yanks, and Griffey breaks out of his slump and knocks in a couple of homers.
Stan: How cold he know about Griffey? Come on, Garvin, let's catch up to him at the barber shop.
Ray: Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'll see that he gets that.
Stan: That's all right. We'll do it.
Ray: No, if you don't mind, I'd really like to give it to him.
Garvin: Fine with me!
Stan: He's not a gracious winner, your father. You know what he is? He's a witch who made a pact with the devil.
Garvin: He didn't make a pact with the devil, he is the devil. Satan! Beelzebub! The sanction of 666! Hey, nice to see you, Ray. Say hi to your mom!