George Costanza: Let me ask you something. What do you do for a living, Newman?
Newman: I'm a United States postal worker.
George Costanza: Aren't those the guys that always go crazy and come back with a gun and shoot everybody?
Jerry: Why is that?
Newman: Because the mail never stops. It just keeps coming and coming and coming. There's never a letup, it's relentless. Every day it piles up more and more, and you gotta get it out, but the more you get out, the more keeps coming in! And then the bar code reader breaks! And then it's Publisher's Clearinghouse Day...!
Jerry: All right, all right!
George Costanza: I come from a long line of quitters. My father was a quitter, my grandfather was a quitter. I was raised to fail.
Jerry: What's all this stuff?
Sid Fields: Trash. Garbage.
Jerry: You're throwing this out?
Sid Fields: I believe that's what you do with garbage, ya idiot.
Sid Fields: I wasn't born yesterday! I might drop dead today, but I sure as hell wasn't born yesterday!