George Quote #357

Quote from George in The Boyfriend

Mrs. Sokol: Just sign here please.
George: I know who it was, too. It was the guy who interviewed me. He was very threatened by me. I mean, why else wouldn't he hire me? I could sell latex like that [snaps fingers].
Mrs. Sokol: Sign that.
George: [sees photo] Who is this?
Mrs. Sokol: It's my daughter.
George: This is your daughter? My God! My God! I I hope you don't mind my saying. She is breathtaking.
Mrs. Sokol: You think so?
George: Ah, would you take this picture away from me. Just take it away and put it away. Let me just sign this and go.
Mrs. Sokol: You know, she doesn't even have a boyfriend.
George: Okay. Okay. Who do you think you're talking to? What are you- Are you trying to make a joke, because it's not funny. I can tell you that.
Mrs. Sokol: I'm serious. She doesn't.
George: You know, it's one think to not give me the extension, but to tease and to torture me like this. There's no call for that.
Mrs. Sokol: Would you like her phone number?
George: Mrs. Sokol, I, I don't know what to say. I, uh... Where should I sign this thing?
Mrs. Sokol: No, no, no. Don't worry about it.

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 ‘The Boyfriend’ Quotes

Quote from George

Mrs. Sokol: So where have you been looking for work?
George: Well, you know what I've discovered, Mrs. Sokol, it's not so much the looking as the listening. I listen for work. And as I'm looking and listening, I am also looking. You can't discount looking. It's sort of a combination. It's looking, and listening, listening and looking. But you must look.
Mrs. Sokol: Can you be specific about any of these companies?
George: Specific. Ah, let's see. I've walked in and out of so many buildings they all blend together. I, uh...
Mrs. Sokol: Well, just give me one name.
George: Absolutely, uh... Lets see... There's, uh, Vandelay Industries. I just saw them. I got very close there. Very close.
Mrs. Sokol: And what type of company is that?
George: Latex. Latex manufacturing, Mrs. Sokol.
Mrs. Sokol: And you interviewed there?
George: Yes, for a sales position. Latex salesman. The selling of latex, and latex-related products. They just wouldn't give me a chance. Damn it!

Quote from Jerry

[stand-up:]
Jerry: See, to me, going to the health club, you see all these people and they're working out, and they're training and they're getting in shape, but the strange thing is nobody is really getting in shape for anything. The only reason that you're getting in shape is that so you can get through the workout. So we're working out, so that we'll be in shape, for when we have to do our exercise. This is the whole thing. The other thing I don't get about it, is why we're so careful about locking up our dirty towels and smelly jock-straps. What exactly is the black market on these disgusting gym clothes? I'll give my car to any valet guy in front of a restaurant because he has a short red jacket. "Yeah, he must be the valet guy." I don't even think about it, but my stinking, putrefied gym clothes, I got one of these locks you could put a bullet through it and it won't open. That stuff is safe.

Quote from Newman

Jerry: Unfortunately, the immutable laws of physics contradict the whole premise of your account. Allow me to reconstruct this if I may for Miss Benes, as I've heard this story a number of times. Newman, Kramer, if you'll indulge me. According to your story, Hernandez passes you and starts walking up the ramp. Then you say you were struck on the right temple. The spit then proceeds to ricochet off the temple striking Newman between the third and forth rib. The spit then came off the rib, made a right turn, hitting Newman in the right wrist, causing him to drop his baseball cap. The spit then splashed off the wrist, pauses in mid air, mind you, makes a left turn and lands on Newman's left thigh. That is one magic luggie.
Newman: Well, that's the way it happened.