Explain.
GEORGE: (angry, to himself) The ocean called. Running outta shrimp. Outta
shrimp! (a thought occurs) Oh! Yes! That's what I shoulda said! (frustrated
shout) Dammit!
[New York Health & Racquet Club]
George and Jerry come along a corridor. They're carrying bags and
paraphernalia indicating they've been playing tennis.
JERRY: 'The ocean called, They're running outta shrimp'?
GEORGE: Yeah, yeah, yeah. But then, I said to him, 'Oh yeah? Well, the jerk
store called, and they're running outta you.'
Jerry and George halt at a bench by the entrance to the pro shop. Jerry
rummages in his bag, producing an old-fashioned wooden framed tennis racquet.
JERRY: (smiling) Really? That's great. You said that to him?
GEORGE: (confessing) Well, actually, I thought it up on the way over here.
JERRY: Oh. That's not quite the same.