George: So what're you gonna do?
Jerry: Well, if I call her, there's no joking around anymore. This is pretty much it.
George: So, maybe this should be it.
Jerry: Could be it.
George: She seems like an it.
Jerry: She's at it as you get. Imagine bumping into her on the street in five years with a husband. And she tells me he's a sculptor, they live in Vermont...
George: [chuckles] We'd have to kill him.
Jerry: We'd get caught. I'd get the chair.
George: I'd go to prison as your accomplice. I'd have to wear that really heavy denim. Go to the cafeteria line with the guy who slops those mashed potatoes onto your plate. Go to the bathroom in front of hundreds of people.
Jerry: Plus, you know what else.
George: You better call her.