Jerry: This is your son?
Izzy: I got married in high school.
Izzy Jr.: Hey, who are you?
Izzy: This is Seinfeld's kid.
Izzy Jr.: Oh, you think you're tough, picking on an old man? Maybe you'd like to try taking on somebody your own age.
Jerry: You got any kids?
Izzy Jr.: Oh, you think you're better than me? Go ahead, pick out anything in the room here. I'll lift it up over my head.
Jerry: Look, no-one is lifting anything.
Izzy: The television.
Izzy Jr.: This one's for you, Pop. It's go time. [tries to pick up the TV] Oh! My back!
Izzy: Call an ambulance.
Jerry: We're already in a hospital.