Back to George and Carol:
Donna: So, er, thanks for dinner. It was great.
George: Yeah. We should do this again.
Donna: Would you like to come upstairs for some coffee?
George: Oh, no, thanks. I can't drink coffee late at night, it keeps me up.
Donna: (Looks disappointed) So, um, OK.
George: OK.
Donna: Goodnight.
George: Yeah, take it easy.
(Donna leaves car. George realizes what he has done and bashes his
forehead in disgust)
(George enters, looking miserable, holding a brown paper bag)
Elaine: Hi.
(George produces Pepto-Bismol bottle and box of bicarb from bag, places
them on counter)
Jerry: You're still thinking about this?
George: (While preparing bicarb) She invites me up at twelve o clock at
night, for coffee. And I don't go up. "No thank you, I don't want coffee, it
keeps me up. Too late for me to drink coffee." I said this to her. People
this stupid shouldn't be allowed to live. I can't imagine what she must think
of me.