Gepetto

They don't make these any more. The work is, is all done by hand. (Sylvia enters the store behind him) Takes years, and years, and... (notices) Sylvia! For crying out, you're forty-five minutes late!

Sylvia

Yeah, yeah. (to George, smiling) Is that your car out there?

George

No, it's, it's his. (indicates Jerry)

Sylvia

Oh, nice. You guys are obviously from Manhattan.

George

Well, he is. I, uh, I live around the corner.