Mrs. Ross: [sniffing] What is that?
Mr. Ross: I think it's the horse.
Mrs. Ross: Oh, God.
Kramer: Hey, how's everything? You... You need anything?
Mrs. Ross: This is- This is... horrible.
Mr. Ross: Excuse me,...what do you feed this animal?
Kramer: Oh, you know, oats and hay. You know, they like that stuff.
Mrs. Ross: I can't take this. Let me out of this thing!
Mr. Ross: Turn this thing around. We've had it. We can't breathe back here! And hurry it up!
Kramer: Rusty! Rusty!