Russell: Look Mr. Costanza, it's too late now anyway. I already made a deal with another writing team.
George: All right, all right. Look, we're people, you and me, huh? Businessmen. Colleagues, if I may. Let's not quibble. We'll do it for the thirteen thousand. Thirteen thousand, and I never came up here, we never talked, all right? You take good care. [heading to the door] It was nice seeing you again, and nice meeting you. [to Cynthia] Cynthia, right? [opens the door]
Russell: All right, now look. These deals are already made.
[George closes the door and heads back inside]
George: All right, let me just say this. Ten thousand dollars. All right, and now I'm going below what you wanted to pay. You have your dinner, have your veal, or whatever it is. Enjoy... [about to leave]
Russell: Mr. Costanza.
George: All right, that's it. All right, good, eight thousand dollars. [to Cynthia] Cynthia, again, nice meeting you. Have I commented on the shoes? I love suede, it's so thick and rich. Did you ever, you ever rub it against the
grain? All right, anyway... [heads to the door again]
Cynthia: Russell, can we eat?
Russell: All right, eight thousand.
George: You've made Jerry very happy.
[George backs out of the door, which Russell firmly closes behind him, before there's a slight knock. Russell opens the door once more.]
George: May I just use your bathroom for a moment?