Jerry
You know, you're supposed to be the Bookie. Act like one.
Mike
I'm sorry. Uh--oh here--let me give you a hand with that.
Jerry
(trying to shut the trunk hood) Something wrong with this trunk.
Mike
Oh. Let me see.
George
So--ah, Kramer. Why'd you ask me out to dinner? (amused) An' why Pomodoro?