Jerry: What were you doing?
George: Well, it's not my fault. You poked me!
Jerry: You're supposed to just take a peek after a poke. You were like you just put a quarter into one of those big metal things on top of the Empire State Building.
George: It's cleavage. I couldn't look away. What am I, waiting to win an Oscar here? This is all I have in my life.
Jerry: Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun, you don't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.
George: All right. So, he caught me in a cleavage peek, so big deal. Who wouldn't look at his daughter's cleavage? She's got nice cleavage.
Jerry: That's why I poked.
George: That's why I peeked.