Doorman: Hey, buddy.
Jerry: You? Wh- What are you doing here? You work at this building too?
Doorman: Ah, sure. Poor doorman has to work two jobs to put food on the table
for mother and baby. No, I live here. That's okay, isn't it?
Jerry: So you work all day as a doorman at one building. Then you come home and stand outside your own building?
Doorman: You got a problem with that?
Jerry: Look, I'm not going in your building. I really don't have to talk to you. Goodbye. [walks away]
Doorman: You really think you're better than me, don't you?!