George: Now I remember, as I jumped over the hole I heard a, like a jingling sound.
Jerry: You didn't look down?
George: I was trying to stick the landing. It was right around here.
[As George looks down at the road, he sees a circle of freshly laid tarmac]
George: No! No!
[A car drives by, right over the fresh patch of road]
Key ring: Holy- Holy Cow!
Jerry: Poor son of a bitch.