Sid: Now you didn't tell me you didn't know how to drive. You should have mentioned that.
George: Well, I know how to drive.
Sid: Then how'd all those cars get damaged? Why are people calling me up screaming on the phone? Most of them cancelled out on me.
Jerry: Can I get anybody anything?
Sid: Moving cars from one side of the street to the other don't take no more sense than putting on a pair of pants. My question to you is who's putting your pants on?
George: I put my pants on, Sid.
Sid: I don't believe you. If you can put your pants on, you can move those cars.
George: Well, I don't want to get into a big dispute about the pants.
Sid: Who's gonna send money to my sister in Virginia? Her little boy needs surgery on his foot. Now, he'll be walking around with a limp because you can't park a few cars.
George: Maybe I could call my father.