George: See, now, this I don't get.
Susan Ross: What?
George: The security guard.
Susan Ross: What about him?
George: Why does he have to stand?
Susan Ross: Because he's a security guard.
George: But I mean look at him. He's gotta be on his feet like that all day? That's brutal. I think I'm gonna say something to your uncle.
Susan Ross: George, you just met him. Don't say anything to him.
George: Aren't you concerned about the security guard?
Susan Ross: Not really. [walks away]
George: [inner monologue] She's not concerned about the security guard. What kind of a person is this? I'm marrying a person who doesn't care that this man has to stand here eight hours a day when he could easily be sitting.