George: I'm not going to the doctor. If I don't to the doctor, then nothing will happen to me. If I go, he might find something.
Jerry: If you go, maybe they'll catch it in time.
George: Catch what in time?
Jerry: Whatever it is.
George: You think it's something?
Cab Driver: Ah! I hate these bums with their filthy rags. No, no, no. I don't want it. Get away! Get away from my car.
Jerry: [to George] You know these squeegee- Oh, my God! It's crazy Joe Davola.
Joe Davola: Good luck on the pilot Jerry.