Jerry: Oh, just pull over right there by the stop sign.
Driver: Pardon me, sir?
Jerry: I said pull over by the stop sign.
Driver: I'm so sorry, you'll have to forgive me. I can't hear a damn thing. I went to a rock concert last night at the Garden. My seats were right up against the speaker. It's a heavy metal group. Metalla-something.
Kramer: -ca.
Driver: Huh?
George: What?
Jerry: ca.
George: ah.
Driver: My ears are still ringing. Some woman's idea of a joke.
[As the car comes to a stop, Elaine gets in. The driver looks back and notices her. A moment later:]
Driver: Get out. Get out. Go on. Hey. Shut the door.