Elaine: Do you want some of mine?
Jerry: Take some of mine.
George: Why do I get pesto? Why do I think I'll like it? I keep trying to like it. Like I have to like it.
Jerry: Who said you have to like it?
George: Everybody likes pesto. You walk into a restaurant, that's all you hear. Pesto, pesto, pesto.
Jerry: I don't like pesto.
George: Where was pesto ten years ago?