Jerry: "The ocean called, they're running out of shrimp"?
George: Yeah, yeah, yeah. But then, I said to him, "Oh yeah? Well, the jerk store called, and they're running out of you."
Jerry: Really? That's great. You said that to him?
George: Well, actually, I thought it up on the way over here.
Jerry: Oh. That's not quite the same.
George: No. No, it's not. You don't know this guy. It would have been so sweet.

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.