Jerry: So I wound up going out for a decaf cappuccino with her.
George: Boy, what a story. I'm speechless. Speechless. I have no speech.
Jerry: You know, I really liked her. We talked. We flirted. And when she left, she reached out and touched my arm. [demonstrates]
George: I love when they touch your arm. I can't get enough of that. Why is that?
Jerry: Let's not even analyze it.