Jerry

Good, going good (scratches chin) And the higher up on the face you go the worse the relationship is getting. You know it is like - pretty good - not bad - I gotta get out. (scratches chin, nose then covers eyes with hands)

Elaine

How high did I go?

George

You almost did the nose.

Jerry

What are you eating my peanut butter out of the jar with your disgusting index fingers? This is a sickening display. (takes the peanut butter jar away from George)

George

What? I'm not eating bread now. I'm off bread.