George: Look, I have my system. First I look for the dream spot right in front of the door, then I slowly expand out in concentric circles.And people wonder why there is so much traffic!
Elaine: Oh come on, George, please put it in a garage. I don't want to spend an hour looking for a space.
George: I can't park in a garage.
George: I don't know, I just can't. Nobody in my family can pay for parking, it's a sickness. My father never paid for parking; my mother, my brother, nobody. We can't do it.
Elaine: I'll pay for it.
George: You don't understand. A garage. I can't even pull in there. It's like going to a prostitute. Why should I pay, when if I apply myself, maybe I could get it for free? (he hears a horn honking) What? What do you want? Go around me, I'm looking for spaces.
Thursday, February 26, 2009