Morty Seinfeld: You don't understand. I can't allow my son to pay for me. Look, as soon as I get back to Florida, I promise you I'll mail you a check.
Maitre d': Why don't you just let him pay, and then you can pay him back?
Morty Seinfeld: No, no, he won't let me do that.
Maitre d': Why don't you just put the money in his pants pocket, unsuspectingly?
Morty Seinfeld: He could wash them.
Maitre d': Monsieur, we are running a reputable business.
Morty Seinfeld: Don't tell me about business! I sold raincoats for thirty-five years!
Maitre d': Aha, but you did not give them away, did you?
Morty Seinfeld: You don't understand my...
Maitre d': Ah, monsieur, I cannot get involved with you and your family, ah.