George: [covering mouth with drink] Oh my gosh, I just had a great idea. She could come to the party tomorrow and read Gwen's lips for me.
Jerry: [covers mouth with hand] What?
George: [covers mouth while eating nuts] We bring her to the party, and she can tell me what Gwen is saying about me.
Jerry: [covers mouth with drink] She's not a novelty act, George, where you hire her out for weddings and bar mitzvas.
George: [rubs eyes with hands, covering mouth] Look. It's a skill, just like juggling. She probably enjoys showing it off.
Jerry: [puts napkin to face] I don't know George. I'm not sure about this.
George: [stretchers arms in front of face] Could you ask her, just ask her. If she says no, case closed.
Jerry: [puts hand on chin] All right.
Jerry: Uh, Laura, George was wondering if...
Laura: Sure. I'll do it.

Gwen: I'm sorry, George.
George: I don't understand. Things were going so great. What happened? Something must have happened.
Gwen: It's not you, it's me.
George: You're giving me the, "It's not you, it's me" routine? I invented "It's not you, it's me". Nobody tells me it's them not me. If it's anybody, it's me.
Gwen: All right. George, it's you.
George: You're damn right it's me.
Gwen: I was just trying to...
George: I know what you were trying to do. Nobody does it better than me.
Gwen: I'm sure you do it very well.
George: Yes, well, unfortunately you'll never get the chance to find out.

Newman: [enters] I hear you've got some lip reader working for you. You gotta let me use her for one day. Just one day.
Jerry: Can't do it, Newman.
Newman: But Jerry, we've got this new supervisor down at the post office. He's working behind this glass. I know they're talking about me. They're going to transfer me, I know it. Two hours, give me two hours.
Jerry: Not going to happen.
Newman: [angry] All right, all right. All right you go ahead. You go ahead and keep it secret. But you remember this. When you control the mail, you control... information.