Choate

(shouting after him) Thief! Stop him! Stop him, he's got my rye!

Jerry

Nice to meet you.

Choate

Hello.

Morty

(holding Jerry's shoulders) Jerry lives in New York. You just came from New York, didn't you?

Choate

Yeah. I was visiting my daughter, and I'll never go back. The crime there is just terrible. Do you know I got mugged for a marble rye, right on the street?