George: You know, when I was a kid, we didn't have these elaborate birthday parties with catered food and entertainment. I remember my 7th birthday party...
[flashback to a young George in front of a birthday kid while Frank and Estelle scream:]
Frank Costanza: Blow out the candles! Blow out the candles, I said! Blow out the damn candles!
Elaine: Stop it, Frank! You're killing him!
[present:]
Robin: Well, this time, you can blow out the candles.
George: No, I have asthma.