George: You know, this is very nice, but I really could take a cab. Really.
J. Peterman: Ha ha, nonsense, George. Besides, it gives me a chance to tell you about my latest trip to Burma, where I discovered a very unusual corduroy. [answers car phone] Peterman here. What? Oh no. All right, I'll be right there. [to George] It's my mother. She's at death's door.
George: What?
J. Peterman: I just pray to God we can make it there in time.
[As Peterman makes a swift U-turn, George's face is slammed up against the passenger window]