Doctor: Excuse me, are you the husband?
George: Well , not yet. Fiance.
Doctor: Yes. Well, I'm sorry. She's gone.
George: What's that?
Doctor: She expired.
George: Are you sure?
Doctor: Yes, of course.
George: So... she's dead?
Doctor: Yes.
George: Huh.
Doctor: Let me ask you, had she been exposed to any kind of inexpensive glue?
George: Why?
Doctor: We found traces of a certain toxic adhesive commonly found in very low-priced envelopes.
George: Well, she was sending out our wedding invitations.
Doctor: That's probably what did it.
George: We were expecting about two hundred people. Well, thank you. [shakes doctor's hand] Thank you.

George: She's... gone.
Jerry: Dead?
Elaine: I'm so sorry, George.
Jerry: Yeah, me too.
Kramer: Poor Lily.
Jerry: Susan.

Jerry: So I guess you're not getting married?
George: Yeah.
Jerry: But...
George: Yeah?
Jerry: Well, now I'm engaged...
George: Yeah?
Jerry: Well, I thought we'd both be getting married.
George: Hey, what can I tell you?
Elaine: All right. [they all start to leave except Jerry]
George: Well, hmm, let's get some coffee.
Jerry: We had a pact!