George

That's it. That's the line... (squirts mustard into Jerry's coffee and stirs it) ...that destroyed my life.

Jerry

(stares into coffee cup and looks back at George) Problem?

George

The Rosses have started up a foundation, Jerry, and I have to sit on the board of directors.

Jerry

Hey, board of directors. Look at you!

George

Yeah! Look at me! I was free and clear! I was living the dream! I was stripped to the waist, eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery!