George: Come on, you took my seat.
Remy: It's not your seat.
George: I was sitting there, come on.
Remy: You didn't save it.
George: I had the arm! Joe...
Mr. Temple: What's the difference?
George: Well, I was very comfortable! I've got my nuts here...
Remy: It's my couch.
George: All right, come on, scooch over. [As George tries to scooch Remy over, he spills his grape juice]
Remy: Look! Look what you did! You got grape juice all over our couch, you've ruined our couch!
George: Joe...