Jerry: [on the phone] Hello, Jenna, did you dunk the spatula? Was it the spatula? Hello? Dammit! [hangs up, throws spatula in the trash]
Elaine: She won't even give you a hint?
Jerry: No. Could be anything. The whole apartment's a biohazard.
Elaine: You know what I bet it is? Your remote.
Jerry: Yes, that is a definite possibility. [throws remote in the trash]
Elaine: Or, could be your Walkman there.
[Jerry picks up the Walkman and gets ready to toss it in the trash]
Jerry: Are you just screwing with me?
Elaine: Yeah, I am.