George: So I lugged that table. That big heavy massage table all the way down to the cab! You ever seen one of those things?
Karen: Of course.
George: Well, I don't know. Maybe you haven't. You know, not everybody's seen a massage table.
Karen: What, do you think I've never had a massage before?
George: Anyway, I don't even get a thank you. I don't get it!
Karen: George, frankly, I'm getting a little tired of hearing about her.
George: I wanna know what I did to this woman.
Karen: What, you got a little thing for her?
George: No, no! She's going out with a friend of mine. It's only courteous that we should try and like each other.
Karen: What difference does it make? Who cares if she doesn't like you? Does everybody in the world have to like you?
George: Yes! Yes! Everybody has to like me. I must be liked!