Jerry: Newman, how'd it go? Did you get it all delivered? [notices the ice pack] What happened?
Newman: Kramer bit me!
Jerry: Bit you?!
Newman: We had an argument about me going to Hawaii, and he locked onto my ankle like it was a soup bone. I'm hobbled! I don't think I can do my route, and they're awarding the transfer in two days!
Jerry: Well, what if I deliver it?
Newman: You?! [laughs hystericlaly] You can't deliver mail!
Jerry: Well, why not?
Newman: ... I guess you're right. It's just walking around putting it into boxes..
Jerry: Well, what am I gonna wear?
Newman: I could give you my uniform from my rookie year.
Jerry: I can't believe I'm gonna be a mailman.