George: I love the mirror in that bathroom! I don't know what in the hell it is, I look terrific in that mirror. [sits down] I don't know if it's the tile or the lighting, I feel like Robert Wagner.
Jerry: It's a good mirror.
Jerry: So, what are you gettin'?
George: I don't know. What can you eat? You can't have anything anymore. Look at this. Look at this. Eggs, out. Coffee, out. French fries, out. BLT, out! I go to visit my grandparents, they're eating big brisket sandwiches, I'm sittin' here with a carrot! They're closing in on a hundred, I'm sayin' to them: "How can you eat that stuff?!"