Jerry: [inner monologue] August 17, 1992. The same dress! She never changes! Oh, my God. She's gotta have hundreds of these dresses. There must be a secret stash around here somewhere. [starts looking around]
Christie: Ahem! Are you looking for something?
Jerry: Hey, what are you doing? I thought you were changing.
Christie: No, I, I'm thinking we should just call it a night.
Jerry: No, no. Come on, put something else on. It's early, let's go out.
Christie: If it's all the same to you, I think I'm just gonna go to bed.
Jerry: You know, I'm kinda tired myself. Maybe I'll just sleep here on the couch. Then in the morning, you'll get dressed, we'll walk out together. Both dressed, different clothes. Well, I'll be in the same clothes. You'll of course be in different clothes, because it's your apartment. But we'll go downstairs, me in my same clothes, you in your different clothes.
Christie: Jerry. I don't think so.
Jerry: You wanna throw something on and walk me to a cab?
Christie: Get out.
Jerry: Tell me what you're wearing tomorrow. I'll help you lay it out on the bed.