Kramer: I don't understand it. I was with her last night in my apartment; it was very romantic. You know, with that fake wood wallpaper, the atmosphere is fabulous in there, now. It's like a ski lodge.
Salesman: What year did you say this was?
Jerry: '90.
Kramer: Anyway, we were on the couch, I move to hug her, next thing she tells me she's leaving; she's got to get up early.
Jerry: That's strange.
Salesman: How many miles you got on this thing?
Jerry: 23,000.
Kramer: And I was looking good, too. I had a nice, new shirt on, I'm wearing your jacket.
Jerry: Wait a second. My jacket! I wore that in the car! The Beast!
Salesman: [wretches, gets out of the car] I can't sell this car.
Jerry: This... thing... has got to be stopped!