George: Remember that party he threw a few years ago? He had that very draughty apartment. I think on 9th Avenue...
Elaine: Faster.
George: I asked if I could borrow a sweater.
Jerry: A cashmere sweater.
George: I said, preferably cashmere. For warmth. So in front of the whole party, he says: "No. I don't want you stretching out the neck hole." [Elaine laughs] Oh, yeah, sure, laugh it up. Everybody else did.
Elaine: Well, it's funny. I mean, you have a big head. Or is it because of your neck?
Jerry: No, I think the head does most of the stretching.
George: Regardless, I had to walk around for the rest of the party in some cheap MetLife Windbreaker. Now it is payback time.
Elaine: I really think it's the size of your neck.
George: It's my head!