Kramer: [groans] Jeez.
Jerry: What's wrong?
Kramer: It's my stomach.
Jerry: You're probably getting an ulcer. This job is killing you. It's killing us.
Kramer: You know what? You're right. These reports, they can wait. Let's say we go out tonight. Any place you want.
Jerry: The coffee shop?
Kramer: You got it, buddy. I'll call George.