Newman: What's the matter with you? I just talked to you fifteen minutes ago.
Kramer: What about?
Newman: The courthouse. You gotta go with me to the courthouse. I'm contesting the ticket today.
Kramer: I can't, I'm going to the doctor's later.
Newman: You gotta go with me. I mean, you-you're my alibi. You have to take the stand.
Kramer: Well, I can't!
Newman: Well, let me remind you of something. You wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for me and my helmet. I saved your life! You would be dead! Dead! You would cease to exist! You would be gone for the rest of eternity! Can you even begin to comprehend what that means?