Morty Seinfeld: You know, Jack, you've got a hell of a nerve taking that kid's pen.
Jack: Whose pen?
Morty Seinfeld: His pen.
Jack: This happens to be my pen.
Morty Seinfeld: You didn't give it to him.
Jack: What are you talking about? He practically begged me for it.
Morty Seinfeld: Where do you come off with this crap?
Jack: Listen, do you think I take everything everybody offers me? You offered me sponge cake yesterday. Did I take it?
Morty Seinfeld: You said you didn't want it!
Jack: Of course I wanted it! I love sponge cake!
Morty Seinfeld: Then who the hell said you couldn't have any? I mean what the hell do I care whether you have sponge cake?