George

Eh, but, you know, Mr. Ross, if - if you look at the whole situating, what with it being your cigars, and everything, it's really rather ironic - one might even say, in a sense, comical.. (Mr. Ross has, by now, left the room. Mrs. Ross is pointing at George, nodding, laughing. As if to say he hit the bullseye. George calls out to Mr. Ross) Really. Think about it.

Sandra

(Offended) I can't believe you said that!

Jerry

What?!

Sandra

(Buttoning her jacket) How could you say something like that to me?!

Jerry

What? What?! You were the one who was talking dirty. I was just trying to keep up!