George: So how do you want to do this?
Heather: All right, George, I'll be honest. The first time we went out, I found you very irritating. But after seeing you for a couple of times, you sorta got stuck in my head. Costanza! [like "By Mennen"]
George: So you really don't have my hat?
Heather: What?
George: [moves his bag] Oh. let's go do something.
Heather: What's in the bag?
George: Oh, that's a sandwich. [clock starts ringing] Damn salami.
Heather: My clock. You stole it?!
George: That damn delicatessen. That is last time they screw up one of my orders.