George: So, guess where Mr. "Ocean phoned" turned up? He's working for Firestone, in Akron, Ohio.
Elaine: Ohio?
George: Yep. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning.
Jerry: You're flying to Akron just to zing a guy?
George: Don't you understand? It's not about him. To have a line as perfect as "jerk store" and to never use it. I, I couldn't live with myself.
Elaine: See, there are no jerk stores. It.. It's just a little confusing, is all.
George: It's smart. It's a smart line, and a smart crowd will appreciate it. [shouts] And, I'm not gonna dumb it down for some bonehead mass audience! [to the other diners] Not you.