JERRY: So, what happened with Tatiana?
GEORGE: I shouldn't even tell you.
JERRY: Come on.
GEORGE: Well, after dinner last week, she invites me back to her apartment..
JERRY: I'm with ya.
GEORGE: Well, it's this little place with this little bathroom.. it's like, right there. It's not even down a little hall, or off in an alcove, you understand? There's no.. buffer zone. So, we start to fool around, and it's the first time, and it's early in the going, and I begin to perceive this impending intestinal requirement, whose needs are going to surpass by great lengths anything in the sexual realm. So, I know I'm gonna have to stop. And, as this is happening, I'm thinking: "even if I can somehow manage to momentarily extricate myself from the proceedings and relieve this unstoppable force, I know that bathroom is not going to provide me with the privacy that I know I'm going to need..
JERRY: This could only happen to you.
GEORGE: So, I finally stop - and say, "Tatiana, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I think it would be best if I left."
JERRY: You said this to her.. after?
GEORGE: (Shakes his head) No.. during.
JERRY: Oh boy.
GEORGE: Yeah.
JERRY: Wow. So?
GEORGE: (Takes a deep breath) So I'm dressing, and she's staring up at me struggling to compute this unprecedented turn of events. I don't know what to say to reassure this woman, and worst of all - I don't even have the time to say it. The only excuse she might have possible accepted is if I told her that I am in reality Batman, and I'm very sorry, I just saw the Bat signal!