Jerry

We don't hear that. (They enter the elevator)

George

Want a bite?

Jerry

Nooo, I don't. (the elevator doors shut)

George

(in his mind) I think that ginger ale at the coffee shop is just Coke and Sprite mixed together. How can I prove it? Ah! Can't, dammit. (knock at door. George goes to open it)

Maura

(cheerily) Hey, Honey. (she sweeps in, shuts the door behind her, and sits down)