Kramer: Uh oh.
Mom: What's the matter?
Kramer: Oh, I keep getting these nosebleeds.
Mom: Oh, lie down, and put your head back.
Kramer: Yeah. [lies down on the couch] Hey, what's with your ceiling?
Pop: What?
Kramer: Well, you got wires sticking out every which way. That looks dangerous, you should call the electrician.
Pop: You know, in the 48 years we've been here, I don't think we've ever called an electrician.
Kramer: Yeah well, you should. This place could blow any minute.