- jerry: what were you doing?
- george: well, it's not my fault. You poked me!
- jerry: you're supposed to just take a peek after a poke. You were like you just put a quarter into one of those big metal things on top of the Empire State Building.
- george: it's cleavage, I couldn't look away. What am I, waiting to win an Oscar here? This is all I have in my life.
- jerry: looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun, you don't stare at it! It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.
- george: all right. So, he caught me in a cleavage peek, so big deal. Who wouldn't look at his daughter's cleavage? She's got nice cleavage.
- jerry: that's why I poked.
- george: that's why I peeked.