Jesus!

[Seymour shows Enid his "record room"] Enid:
[looking at Seymour's record cabinet]
Are all these records? Seymour:
I've got about 1500 78's at this point. I've tried to pare down my collection to just the essentials. Enid:
[looking at all the classic memorabilia in the room]
Look at this room. This is like my dream room! Look at all this stuff... You are, like, the luckiest guy in the world. I would kill to have stuff like this. Seymour:
Please, go ahead and kill me. Enid:
Oh, come on, what are you talking about? Seymour:
Well, you think it's healthy to obsessively collect things? You can't connect with other people, so you fill your life with stuff. I'm just like all the rest of these pathetic collector losers. Enid:
No, you're not, you're a cool guy, Seymour! Seymour:
If I'm so cool how come I haven't had a girlfriend in like four years? I can't even remember the last time a girl talked to me. Enid:
I'm talking to you. You know, I bet there are tons of women who go out with you in a minute. I know I could you a date in, like, two seconds. Seymour:
Good luck. Enid:
I mean it. You leave everything to me. I'm gonna be your own personal dating service. Seymour:
Yeah, well, we should get back. Enid:
By the end of this summer, you're gonna be up to your neck in pussy. Seymour:
Jesus!