Kruger

George · Kruger:George bullshitting his way through a job interview: 'At the Yankees, it was all about smoothing things over... chiselling away, grinding down. In fact, we used to call it the grind.'

George · Kruger:George quietly tries to change '4 days' on his résumé to '14': 'That should be a 14. Let me just...'

Kruger · George:Kruger: 'I could go either way on you.' — then hires George with 'I don't care.'

Kruger:Kruger looking at his annual report: 'Boy, did we take it on the chin last year.'

Kruger · George:Kruger's beach story: 'We were at the beach, and there was this dumb-looking guy nearby. When he went in for a swim, my sons and I took all his stuff, threw it in the ocean.' George: 'What a pear-shaped loser.'

Kruger · George:Kruger: 'Well, I'll be. You have lost a lot of hair.' George: 'That's what they tell me.'

George's Coworker · Kruger:Merry Christmas. / Not if you could see our books.

Kruger · George:What is this? / The Human Fund. / Whatever. / Exactly.

George · Kruger:Twenty thousand dollars? / Made out to the Human Fund.

Kruger:Oh, damn, I've locked myself out of my office again.

Kruger · George:George, we've got a problem. There's a memo here from Accounting telling me there's no such thing as the Human Fund. / Well, there could be.

George · Kruger:I don't really celebrate Christmas. / I celebrate Festivus. / Vemonus? / Festivus, sir. / And I was afraid that I would be persecuted for my beliefs. / They drove my family out of Bayside, sir.

George · Kruger:Festivus is all too real and I could prove it, if I have to. / Yeah, you probably should.

Kruger:Yamahama. [Kruger sees the pole]

Frank Costanza · Kruger:It's made from aluminium. Very high strength-to-weight ratio. / I find your belief system fascinating.

Frank Costanza · Kruger · George:Yo, Kruger. My son tells me your company stinks. / Oh, God.

Frank Costanza · Kruger:Who's gonna do the feats of strength? / How about George? / Good thinking, Cougar.

Kruger · George:All right. That's enough. You're fired. / Thank you.

Kruger:According to our latest quarterly... thing

Kruger:Or the black, or whatever the bad one is.

Kruger:Silly voices. Come on, people, let's get real.

Kruger:Why don't we smooth the head down to nothing, stick a pumpkin under its arm and change the nameplate to Ichabod Crane?

Kruger:They're all off the project. They were boring. George, you are my main man.

Kruger:I don't know what it is, I can't put my finger on it, but lately you have just seemed 'on'. And you always leave me wanting more.

Kruger · George:George? Check it out. Three times around, no feet. / And? / All me.

Kruger · George:Kruger is found asleep at his desk with sleep creases on his face when George returns from lunch

George · Kruger:Mr. Kruger? Who said he was going to do some actual work today? Who? / I'm not too worried about it.

Kruger · George:You seem like you've got a pretty good handle on it. / No! I don't! Don't you even care? This is your company! It's your name on the outside of the building!

George · Kruger:Speaking of which — the 'R' fell off and all it says now is K-Uger! / K-Uger, that sounds like one of those old-time car horns, huh? K-Uger! K-Uger!

George · Kruger:You are too much, Mr. Kruger! Too much! / Thank you George, you've been great. That's it for me. / Oh no, you're not going out on a high note with me, Mr. Kruger! / It's K-Uger! / No! No! / Goodnight everybody!

Kruger · George · Coco:Hey, Koko, who's this? — This is our new vice president of Acquisitions, sir. — So you're just hiring new people now? — That's your job? To hire people? — Yes. — Okay, good enough for me, Koko.

Kruger · George · Coco:Hey, Koko, who's this? — This is our new vice president of Acquisitions, sir. — So you're just hiring new people now? — That's your job? To hire people? — Yes. — Okay, good enough for me, Koko.

Kruger · Coco · George:Well, what's your name? — My name is Coco. Coco Higgins. — What, Coco? — We can't have two Cocos.

Kruger · Coco · George:All right. The Grace Building. There's a big stain on the front. How do we get it off? — When I was a little girl in Jamaica, my gammy taught me to take a wet rag and... — Excuse me, Vice President Coco. No one cares about your gammy.

Coco · Kruger · George:What did you say about my gammy? — Forget Gammy. — Who's Gammy? — There's no Gammy. — Maybe there should be a Gammy. — Oh, no. — George. — Gammy. Gammy. Gammy. Gammy. Gammy. Gammy.