Kramer: [elbows the book case] Newman!
Pam: What?
Kramer: Uh, human. It's...human to be moved by a fragrance.
Pam: That's so true.
Kramer: Her bouquet cleaved his hardened...
Newman: Shell.
Kramer: ... shell. And fondled his muscled heart. He imbibed her glistening spell... just before the other shoe... fell.
Pam: Kramer, that is so lovely.
Kramer: It's by an unknown 20th-century poet.
Pam: Oh, what's his name?
Kramer: Newman.