Jerry

Thousand.

Elaine

Thousand. Six hundred and twenty thousand. The horror, the horror. (To Jerry) The wife keeps giving us dirty looks. Are you sure you gave him the right directions?

Jerry

Yes. (To Jenny) You're sure there's nothing we can do?

Jenny

No! (To Steve) I am not going to bed with them in our house, this is ridiculous.

Jerry

You know a friend of my father's used to live right around here. Mike Wichter. He sold plastic straws. You know the ones? You could bend them.