George: Oh, what's the point? When I like them, they don't like me, when they like me, I don't like them. Why can't I act with the ones I like the way I do with the ones I don't like?
Jerry: Well, you've only got another fifty years or so to go, and it'll all be over...
George: Maybe I need someone who doesn't speak English.
Jerry: Yeah, how about a mute?
George: A mute would be good.
Jerry: Ah, where you gonna meet a mute?
George: This is what my life has come to: trying to meet a mute. I don't know, Jerry, something's missing. There's a void, Jerry. There's a void.
Jerry: A deep, yawning chasm
George: There's got to be more to life than this. What gives you pleasure?
Jerry: Listening to you. I listen to this for fifteen minutes, I'm on top of the world. Your misery is my pleasure.