George: Why even try anymore? There's no sense to it. I'm never gonna meet anybody. I should just accept it.
Jerry: Oh, yes, you will.
George: No, I won't.
Jerry: Yeah, maybe you won't.
George: I mean it's hard enough to meet a woman you dislike, much less like.
Jerry: Are my nostrils getting bigger?
George: No. See, why must it be so difficult? Why is there all this tension and hostility? Why can't I just walk up to a woman on the street and say, "Hi. I'm George. How are you?" Is that so terrible?
[As an attractive woman walks by, George mutters "Hi" to no effect.]