Elaine: Well, who told you to sleep with her George?!
George: It's not my fault! I wasn't going to do anything until you got her all juiced up with your story about having the affair with the matador!
Elaine: Oh, gosh. None of this would never have happened if you wouldn't have said, "God bless you"!
George: Oh don't-
Jerry: Hold it! Hold it! Hold it people! Matador? What matador?
George: She told this couple she had an affair with a matador.
Jerry: A matador! Well, well, well. Uno momento por favor. Pray tell, what was the young man's name?
Elaine: Uh... Eduardo Caroccio.
Jerry: Eduardo, Carochio! That's good. That's very good. Kind of just rolls of the tongue. I wonder where on the upper west side a single girl might meet a matador? Perhaps Zabars? Or Ray's Pizza!