Juergen : We came to play. Get away from our table.
Shirley Bennett : We're usin' it, strudel-brain.
Jeff Winger : Nice.
Juergen : Then play us for it.
Shirley Bennett : Fine. Monday morning. Only let's make it interesting: The losers never get to use this table again.
Juergen : Oh, you are so on that things have now become very much like Donkey Kong.
Jeff Winger : What are you guys doing here on a Saturday night? Shouldn't you be making weird art movies or well-engineered cars?
Jeff Winger : Gentlemen, my name is Clarence Thaddeus Foos. My Grandfather, Fletcher Morton Foos, invented this game for one purpose: to have the loudest, dumbest thing happen. Now it has. The game of Foosball is completed. You're free to return to your undoubtedly hearing-impared families.