George: Jerry, figure this out. I'm in the coffee shop, and this beautiful girl I could never even talk to, mistakes me for her boyfriend.
Jerry: That's a nice four seconds.
George: I look just like him. I. Me. This! This is what her boyfriend looks like. How is that possible?
Jerry: Maybe he has money.
George: Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he and I are exactly the same, except for one minor, yet crucial, detail. You never know.
Jerry: Sometimes you do.
George: Maybe it's some small thing I could change. Like a mustache. Or wearing a top hat, or a monocle, or a..or a cane.
Jerry: Who's she dating? Mr Peanut?
George: She could do a lot worse than Mr Peanut, my friend.