George: Oh, hey, by the way, do you want a box of Cuban cigars? I smoked one last night. I got nauseous.
Jerry: No, I don't want them.
[Kramer enters]
Kramer: I'll take it. No, I'll take it. What is it?
George: Here you go.
Kramer: A box of cigars?
George: Yep.
Kramer: Oh, yeah?
George: Yeah, the kind that Castro smokes. You can't buy them anywhere.
Kramer: Castro? [speaks nonsense Spanish]