Kramer: Oh, hey. Hey, have I told you about my bunions? Oh, you're gonna love this story. So, I line up my cold cuts on the couch next to me, but as I'm stacking them up, they keep falling into my foot bath.
Jerry: Kramer, this is awful. We don't want to hear about this.
Kramer: Damn!
Jerry: What?
Kramer: Oh, I bought a bunch of bunion stories from Newman, but they all stink!
Elaine: How much did you pay for them?
Kramer: Eight bucks. I think I'm getting ripped off! [on his way out] Newman!