George: I'm supposed to be having lunch with her now at Pomodoro.
Jerry: Uh-oh. Everybody breaks up at Pomodoros.
George: So, what am I gonna do?
Jerry: You really like this girl?
George: No, I like the ball. This is my one chance to make a great entrance. My whole life, I've never made a great entrance.
Jerry: You've made some fine exits. So, what? You can't keep avoiding her.
George: Why not? If she can't find me, she can't break up with me. And if we're still going out, she has to go to the ball.