George: So she starts vacuuming, back and forth, back and forth, her hips swiveling, her breasts, uh...
Jerry: Convulsing?
George: Convulsing?
Jerry: I don't know, I'm trying to help you.
George: So then I asked her if she wanted a drink.
Jerry: You don't drink.
George: I know, but I couldn't think of anything else to say to her.
Jerry: So you started drinking.
George: So we started drinking, and I'll tell you, I don't know if it was the alcohol or the ammonia, but the next think I knew she was mopping the floor with me.
Jerry: So how was it?
George: Well, the sex was okay, but I threw up from the Hennigans.
Jerry: Good thing the cleaning lady was there.