Bill: Well, if the big man wants a new scoreboard, I don't wanna be the one to tell him no.
Reilly: No-one in the park is gonna be able to see it from there.
George: [with a mouthful of shrimp] Well, why don't we just put a monitor in his skybox?
Reilly: Hey George, the ocean called. They're running out of shrimp.
[later, as George drives home:]
George: [inner monologue] The ocean called. Running out of shrimp. Out of shrimp! [out loud] Oh, yes! That's what I should have said. Dammit!

Reilly: So, George. You're proposing a snow tire day at Yankee Stadium?
George: [with a mouthful of shrimp] Long as they don't throw 'em on the field. [laughs] Help yourself to some shrimp, I brought enough for everybody.
Man: I have to say this, this proposal doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
George: Well, you never know. [eats more shrimp] Let's see how many I can fit in my mouth.
Reilly: You know, George... The ocean called. They're running out of shrimp. [all laugh]
George: [stands] Oh yeah, Reilly? Well, the jerk store called. They're running out of you.
Reilly: What's the difference? You're their all-time best seller! [all laugh]
George: Yeah? Well, I had sex with your wife.
Man: His wife is in a coma.

George: Sometimes in life, the gods smile upon you, my friends.
Jerry: Did you get someone to take that Canadian quarter?
George: I got another meeting with Reilly. A whole new audience, and I bet I can get him to try that line again.
Elaine: Who's Reilly?
Jerry: George was scarfing shrimp at this meeting, and this guy says "Hey, George, the ocean called. They're running outta shrimp." [Elaine laughs]
George: Listen to the comeback. "Oh yeah? Well the jerk store called. They're running out of you." [silence] What? You gotta be kidding me?!