George: Is this a bad time? I hope I'm not disturbing anything.
Russell: We were about to sit down to dinner. [George signals he's sorry but makes no effort to leave] This is Cynthia.
George: Oh. Oh, hi, hi. Hi. Nice to meet you. What are you having, veal?
Russell: No.
George: Looks like veal.
Russell: It's not veal.
George: Well, it's a good looking piece of meat. [laughs nervously] Wow, this is some place. A duplex, huh? Look at this, you got stairs in an apartment. All my life, I dreamed about having steps in an apartment. Even one step. Sunken living room. Although, one step is really not all that sunken.
Russell: Who gave you my address?
George: No, that's a fair question. It is, um... [nervous chuckle] Jerry, yeah. [to Cynthia] Jerry's a friend of mine. He, uh, he gave it to me. Unbelievable how many addresses of people this guy has.
George: He's got Marlon Brando's. I could go to Marlon Brando's house if I really wanted.
[Cynthia gets up and always away, eyeing George as she passes by]
George: Course, I wouldn't, I mean uh, the guy is, uh... Well, obviously, the guy has his problems.