George Costanza: She's, uh... gone.
Jerry Seinfeld: Dead?
Elaine Benes: I'm... so sorry George?
Jerry Seinfeld: Yeah, me too.
Cosmo Kramer: Poor Lilly.
George Costanza: Yes I'd like to speak to Marisa Tomei, please? Marisa, hi, it's George Costanza. I'm the short, funny, quirky bald man you met a little while ago... Yeah, I was just calling 'cause I wanted you to know that I'm not engaged anymore... Well, uh, she died... Toxic glue. From the wedding invitations... Well, we were expecting about two hundred people. Yeah... Anyway... I got the funeral tomorrow but, uh... my weekend is pretty wide open and I was wondering... Hello? Hello?
Doctor: I'm sorry, she's gone.
George Costanza: What's that?
Doctor: She expired.
George Costanza: Are you sure?
Doctor: Yes, of course.
George Costanza: So... she's dead?
George Costanza: Huh.
Doctor: Let me ask you, had she been exposed to any kind of inexpensive glue?
George Costanza: Why?
Doctor: We found traces of a certain toxic adhesive commonly found in very low-priced envelopes.
George Costanza: Well, she was sending out our wedding invitations.
Doctor: That's probably what did it.
George Costanza: We were expecting about two hundred people...
Jerry Seinfeld: So I guess... you're not getting married.
George Costanza: Yeah...
Jerry Seinfeld: But...
George Costanza: Yeah?
Jerry Seinfeld: Well, now I'm engaged.
George Costanza: Yeah.
Jerry Seinfeld: Well, I thought we'd both be getting married.
George Costanza: Hey, what can I tell you?
Elaine Benes: Alright...
George Costanza: Come on, let's get some coffee.
Jerry Seinfeld: We had a pact!