Newman: I need that mail, where is it?!
Jerry: What's the difference?
Newman: The guy who had the Hawaii transfer got busted for hoarding Victoria Secret catalogs. I got to deliver that mail.
Jerry: Well, go ahead. There's eight bags of it.
Newman: Blast. There's no way I can handle eight in addition to my usual load of one. I'll never get to Hawaii. I'll be stuck in this apartment building forever. [lays on Jerry's couch] The dream is dead.
Jerry: You're giving up that easy?
Newman: I usually do. [gets up to leave] See you.
Jerry: No, wait a minute, Newman. You can't let this dream die. You moving away is my dream too!
Newman: What are you proposing?
Jerry: Whatever it takes, for as long as it takes me, where ever it takes me as long as it takes you away from me!
Newman: An alliance?
Jerry: An alliance. [they shake hands and laugh] Now get the hell out of here.