George

I love the mirror in that bathroom! I don't know what in the hell it is. I look terrific in that mirror. (George sits.) I don't know if it's the tile or the lighting... I feel like Robert Wagner.

Jerry

It's a good mirror. (They look at their menus.) So, what are you gettin'?

George

I don't know, I can't eat. You, you can't have anything anymore. Look at this, look at this. Eggs: out. Coffee: out. French fries: out. BLT: out! I go to visit my grandparents: three big brisket sandwiches, I'm sittin' here with a carrot! They're closing in on a hundred, I'm sayin' to them, 'How can you eat that stuff?' (They look at their menus again.) I'm so sick about losin' that choose, you don't know.

Jerry

All right, forget it, forget it. I'm not taking the place!

George

What?!