George

So we order lunch, and we're talking. Finally, she blurts out how it's 'not working'.

Jerry

Really.

George

So, I'm thinking, as she's saying this, I'm thinking: great, the relationship's over. But the egg salad's on the way. So now I have a decision: Do I walk or do I eat?

Jerry

Hm. You ate.

George

We sat there for twenty minutes, chewing, staring at each other in a defunct relationship.