Elaine: Hey, don't forget Sunday, okay? You and George are coming, right? Hotel Westbury, eight o' clock.
Jerry: I guess I'm coming... I mean...
Elaine: What? What, you don't want to go now?
Jerry: No, I'll go. I'm going.
Elaine: No, Jerry, you have to. I need a buffer. You know, I haven't seen my father in a while and... you know.
Jerry: I'm worried I won't be able to talk to him. He's such a great writer. Frankly, I prefer the company of nitwits.
Elaine: So, that's why we're not together anymore.