Jerry: I think the candy comes out over there.
George: People drop change down here, Jerry. And they're too lazy to pick it up.
Jerry: Either that, or they've got a weird little hang-up about lying face-down in filth. Why don't you just go to the cashier?
George: [stands up] The cashier is at lunch, which is where I'd like to be.
Jerry: How much was under there?
George: I think something bit me. I just need another nickel.
Jerry: Hey, Puddy thinks I should go for the CD player. What do you think?
George: Ho, ho, ho! He's got a live one. He's just reeling his big fish in!
Jerry: Hey, can I have my dollar back?
George: It's wrinkled. It's worthless.