Kramer: Hey, guess what. Morty Seinfeld and I are going into business together, selling raincoats.
George: Hey, that's swell.
Kramer: Yeah, we worked it out all over dinner last night.
George: Dinner?
Kramer: Yeah.
George: You had dinner with the Seinfelds?
Kramer: Yeah, last night.
George: Was this something you had planned for a while?
Kramer: No, it was a spur of the moment. Well, you know, Morty. He likes to fly by the seat of his vintage pants.