George: Psst. [hushed] Wilkinson's got a bite on a new one. The Tramco Corp. Out of, uh... Springfield, I think. They're about to introduce some sort of robot butcher.
Jerry: A robot butcher?
George: Shh. If you want to get in, there's very little time. [to waitress] Sweetheart. [waitress tears check] No, no, no. That ought to cover it. [casually hands over some money] Just a second. Just a, let me.. [looks at the check, then take some money back] Come on, come on, come on.