Jerry: [to Elaine] Can you bring my mail then?
George: What mail?
Elaine: I picked up his mail while he was on the road.
George: Why didn't Kramer pick it up?
Jerry: 'cause he's at that baseball fantasy camp in Florida.
George: Oh yeah, right. When's he coming back?
Jerry: Monday, I think.
George: Kramer goes to a fantasy camp. His whole life is a fantasy camp. People should plunk down two-thousand dollars to live like him for a week. Do nothing, fall ass-backwards into money, mooch food off your neighbors and have sex without dating. That's a fantasy camp.