Jerry: Newman?
Newman: I guess.
Jerry: Listen, I want you to get the mail out of my storage unit.
Newman: Sometimes we don't get what we want.
Jerry: What are you talking about?
Newman: I didn't get my transfer.
Jerry: Transfer?
Newman: To Hawaii. The most sought-after postal route of them all. The air is so dewy-sweet you don't even have to like the stamps.. But it's not to be. So, I'm hanging it up.
Jerry: You quit the post office?
Newman: Kind of. I'm still collecting checks, I'm just not delivering mail.
Jerry: Well, get it out of my storage. It's illegal.
Newman: And yet, it's perfectly legal to take a man's soul and crush it out like a stale Pall Mall.
Jerry: Well, the law's a law.