Jerry: So, maybe they had Chinese food?
George: After dark? Please. At their age, that's like swallowing stun grenades.
Jerry: Well, there's one way to check. Where there's Chinese food, there's leftovers.
Elaine: [enters] Well, gentlemen. Laney is... in love.
George: That's dynamite. Yeah, I'll look for the Chinese food leftovers.
Elaine: Hey, hey, hey! I met this guy! And it was like this, totally unreal, fairy tale moment.
Jerry: It wasn't Whitey Fisk, was it?
Elaine: Oh, George's friend. Whatever happened to him?
George: Nothing. Uh, I don't know. I gotta go.