George: All right, start looking for spaces.
Elaine: Oh, you're never gonna find a space on Jerry's block, just put it in a garage.
George: Look, I have my system. First, I look for the dream spot right in front of the door, then I slowly expand out in concentric circles.
Elaine: No, come on, George, please put it in a garage. I don't want to spend an hour looking for a space.
George: I can't park in a garage.
Elaine: Why?
George: I don't know, I just can't. Nobody in my family can pay for parking, it's a sickness. My father never paid for parking. My mother, my brother, nobody. We can't do it.
Elaine: I'll pay for it.
George: You don't understand. A garage. I can't even pull in there. It's like going to a prostitute. Why should I pay, when if I apply myself, maybe I could get it for free?