Kramer: Jerry. Hey, Jerry?
Jerry: I'm right here. [Kramer flicks the lights on] You're late.
Kramer: Yeah, well, I got held up, you know. What happened to your hand?
Jerry: Like you care.
Kramer: Work piled up, I lost track of the time.
Jerry: Oh, sure. Sure. You and your work. Elaine's off in the Bizarro World, George only calls when he wants something, and I'm left sitting here like this chicken. Which, by the way, was for two.
Kramer: What? You cooked?
Jerry: I ordered in. It's still effort.