George: I was free and clear. I was living the dream. I was stripped to the waist eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery.
Jerry: Before we go any further, I'd just like to point out how disturbing it is that you equate eating a block of cheese with some sort of bachelor paradise.
Jerry's Maid: There's a girl down at the agency her name is Coco. That girl's alright.
George: Another Coco, there can't be another Coco, Krueger would never allow it.
Jerry: Sounds like Krueger runs a pretty tight ship.
Jerry: So, what?s going on?
George: Siege mentality, Jerry. They really want me out of here. They?ve downgraded me to some sort of a bunker. I?m like Hitler?s last days here.
Jerry: So, are you going to leave?
George: Oh no! I?m vigilant. They?ll never get me out. I?m like a weed, Jerry.
Jerry: I thought you?re like Hitler in the bunker?
George: I?m a weed in Hitler?s bunker.
Jerry: I?m getting a little uncomfortable with the Hitler stuff.