(George and Jerry sit at their usual diner booth) George: I don't know, Jerry. I don't know. Jerry: (sighing) You don't know what, George? George: (staring at divorce papers) I don't know if I should let her go. Maybe we could make it work. Jerry: (rolling his eyes) For crying out loud, George. (Enter Elaine) Elaine: Whoo, what a day. What's new? Jerry: George wants to save his marriage. (Elaine stares at George and starts laughing) Elaine: You don't even know her! She doesn't even know you! George: Exactly! I've never been able to make it work with any woman who knows me, so ... maybe she's the one? (Jerry and Elaine look at each other) Jerry: ... you do have a point. (Kramer enters, holding up his phone) Kramer: Woo boy, Georgie, you're a looker! George: What? I mean, I am ... Kramer: (holding out the phone to Elaine and Jerry) Take a look! That's George Costanza. George: I've always had really nice hands, anyway ... Elaine: (perking up) Whoa, mama! Jerry: Is that a Porsche? George: What? Let me see! Elaine: It's like Jon Hamm and Antonio Banderas had a love child! Kramer: I might even hit that. George: (grabbing the phone) How did he afford a Porsche? With my identity, that's how! He stole my identity, stole my girl, then abandoned her like a piece of trash! That thieving, two-timing, ridiculously handsome creep! Elaine: I agree with the ridiculously handsome part. Jerry: Same. Kramer: The Handsome needle is definitely in the Ridiculous range. George: (leaping up) That's it! I'm suing! I'm taking Fake Handsome George Costanza to court and I'm getting my Porsche and my wife back! Excuse me while I call Gretchen. Elaine: Who's Gretchen? George: My wife! Her contact information is on the divorce papers. Jerry: Pretty sure that's contact information for her lawyer, George. George: It's a start, Jerry! Stop crushing my dreams! A man has to have dreams, Jerry! Kramer: If you talk to Handsome George, tell him we say hello! Elaine: Definitely! Tell him I say ... (in a sultry voice) hello.