I don't know how you put up with this.

Excuse me. I don't mean to cause any trouble...

- I'm good. - I don't know who to root for.

So I get a call from Gilmore this morning.

- What are you doing? - I got some for you.

- Oh, I don't need any more. - No, no, no.

- Can I have my list back, please? - Here. Here.

Jerry Seinfeld, I cannot believe you are doing this.

- I thought you guys split up. - We're still friends.

I don't know what the hell is going on!

I have never met a normal guy named Stuart.

I am not going to ask him about funguses.

- I like feet too. I'm just saying- - Saying what?

I mean, half my friends aren't even there yet.

- So was Mia Farrow there? - I didn't see him.

- Not that particular one. - I got a hundred cards.

Vincent. Where are you? I have to meet you.

No, I can't bear to have anyone see me.

I think you're afraid to sit next to a man.

I thought maybe they had changed the rules or something.