George: [on the phone] No, Lindsay, I had accidentally spilled coffee on the gentleman's windshield. Why would I do that? I have a job! Well, did she see a squeegee? Well, you're not going to make a dime without a squeegee. That's right. That's right. Just tell your mother it was all a big misunderstanding. You won't regret it. Okay, I'll see you later. Buh-bye. [hangs up]
Jerry: Strike two!
George: You think I'm going down?
Jerry: You're behind in the count.
George: I know.