Jerry: I feel terrible. I mean, I've seen her a couple of times since then, and I know I can't go any further, but.. I've just got this like, psychosexual hold over me. I just want her, I can't breathe. It's like a drug.
Kramer: Whoa, psychosexual.
Jerry: I don't know how I'm going to tell him.
Kramer: Man, I don't understand people. I mean, why would George want to deprive you of pleasure? Is it just me?
Jerry: It's partially you, yeah.
Kramer: You're his friend. Better that she should sleep with someone else. Some jerk that he doesn't even know.
Jerry: Well, he can't kill me, right?
Kramer: You're a human being.
Jerry: I mean, she called me. I haven't called her. She started it.
Kramer: You're flesh and blood.
Jerry: I'm a nice guy.