Jerry: Did you see the look on my uncle's face? Did you see how insulted he was? What could I do? What are we supposed to do? You can't leave. There's no excuse good enough to justify walking away from a conversation with one of my relatives.
George: I didn't shave this morning. I don't feel like myself.
Jerry: You could be a fireman on a fire truck on the way to a fire. You bump into one of my relatives, "I'm sorry Uncle Leo, there's a building full of people burning down. I really do have to be running." He'll go, "Go. Go ahead. Go to your fancy fire. If that's what you have to do."