Kramer: Now this is remarkable. I'm lounging, and yet, my pants remain perfectly creased.
Frank Costanza: It's him! It's Carlo Costanza!
Kramer: Come on. Are you sure?
Frank Costanza: I'd know him anywhere.
Maestro: I've seen that man in Tuscany. Eccentric fellow. Reputation of being kind of a village idiot.
Frank Costanza: I still say we're related.