George: [on the phone] Hey, Jerry, how was Ithaca?
Jerry: I'm still here. Listen, you gotta go down to the Diplomat's Club.
George: Hey, Jerry, what was the name of the exterminator who fumigated your apartment when you had fleas?
Jerry: Karl, I think.
George: Karl. Yeah, he was a nice guy.
Jerry: Yeah, he was nice.
George: What company was it?
Jerry: Defend.
George: Yeah, you know we spoke for a little bit...
Jerry: You need an exterminator?
George: No, not really.
Jerry: Oh, don't tell me. Because he's black?
George: Gotta go.