Gloria: You know what, Jay, this is not about who tells the best story. This is about you jumping in that night like you just wanted me to stop talking because I was embarrassing you or something. You made me feel stupid. You think it's nothing, but you hurt my feelings.
Jay: Gloria, that's the last thing I meant to happen.
Gloria: You're just saying that. You don't really understand.
Jay: No, I'm sorry. Hell, I'm the last guy who wants to make somebody feel like they sound stupid. Did I ever tell you about the little boy from my neighborhood who stuttered? He was real self-conscious about it. What kid wouldn't be? At school, when the teacher would ask him a question, he tried so hard to get the words out, but it just wouldn't come. Rest of the kids stared at him, which only made the stuttering worse. They'd whisper behind his back and laugh. Finally, got to the point when the teacher called on him to answer a question, even if he knew the answer, he'd just say, "I don't know." Then the teacher would shake his head and say, "Next time, study harder, Jay."
Gloria: You were that little kid? So sad. That must have been very hard for you.
Jay: It was.