George: Anyway. The damage, unfortunately... has marred an otherwise fine automobile... rendering it virtually undrivable.
Mrs. Sweedler: Yes, well, that is a shame.
George: Yes. A shame. That is exactly how I would put it. Now, Mrs. Sweedler, with all due discretion and sensitivity... and taking in the whole scope of the situation... I just can't help but think... that the hospital is somehow responsible for compensating the other still-living victim of this horrendous, horrendous tragedy.
Mrs. Sweedler: Mr. Costanza.
George: Yes.
Mrs. Sweedler: A man plummeted tragically to his ultimate demise...
George: Yes.
Mrs. Sweedler: And you greedily, callously... want to profit from it?
George: Well, profit...? I think you'll see from the estimate that I'm not really profiting that much. It might be a little high, but...
Mrs. Sweedler: Get out. Get out now. Get out of my office!
George: Should I just leave..?
Mrs. Sweedler: Get out!