Jerry

Yeah, your widower story's tested through the roof. (various patrons give the thumbs up in approval) When are you getting out of there?

George

Uh, excuse me, Wyck. Uh, are we, uh, almost done here?

Wyck

(chuckling) Oh, no, not even close.

George

(remorsefully) I can't go.

Jerry

What do you mean you can't go? There's two really girls sitting at the counter eating grilled cheese. Cheese, George! Cheese!