Rita

I'm Rita Kearson.

George

Oh, Rita. Hey, Mr. Shermack, how're you doing, good to see you. Jay, always a pleasure. (To Susan) Sweetie. (Kisses her and then sits down next to Jerry) Yeah, yeah, that butler idea, that's beautiful. Isn't that killer? (Aside to Jerry) I thought I was getting the butler.

Jerry

Don't worry, uh, we'll find something for you.

Jerry

So Letterman didn't spark to your idea, huh?

George

No, he said there was nothing he could do, and next time I should probably break the Prozacs in half.