Waitress

(scratching cheek with middle finger) I'll check.

George

(after waitress walks away) I don't believe it, she did it again!

Jerry

Oh, she had an itch.

George

She had an itch. She could have used any one of those fingers. That finger was meant for me.

Jerry

By the way, lunch is on me. I just cashed my Nana's birthday checks.