Man: Do you have your stub?
George: My stub? Who keeps the stub? No one holds on to the stub. I'm going to the movies for 25 years, nobody ever asked me for the stub. You don't remember me?
Man: It's a big city, sir.
George: I went in with a pretty woman. You know, short, big wall of hair, face like a frying pan.
Man: Nope.