GEORGE: You’re not going to do it? What do you mean, You’re not going to do it?
JERRY: I can’t. I’m not an orgy guy.
GEORGE: Are you crazy? This is like discovering Plutonium... by accident.
JERRY: Don’t you know what it means to become an orgy guy? It changes everything. I’d have to dress different. I’d have to act different. I’d have to grow a mustache and get all kinds of robes and lotions and I’d need a new bedspread and new curtains I’d have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting. I’d have to get new friends. I’d have to get orgy friends.... Naw, I’m not ready for it.
GEORGE: If only something like that could happen to me.
JERRY: Oh, shut up you couldn’t do it either.
GEORGE: I know.
GEORGE: Do you ever just get down on your knees and thank God that you know me and have access to my dementia?
I’d have to get new friends. I’d have to get orgy friends.