George

(glances in mirror) Alright. Alright.

George

(getting annoyed) Hang on, it's warming up!

George

(angrily) Oh you mother...

George

Hey! What is your problem?

George

Oh, hello, it's you! (angry) Listen lady, I got six minutes left on that meter, and I'm not budging til you admit you stole my twenty dollars. (smug) Huh-hu-hur, you're not so tough when you're not on your horse, are you Ruthie?