Jerry: [on the phone] Yeah. Yeah. All right. Uh-huh.
George: [knocks, feigns a Chinese accent] Chinese food!
Jerry: Oh! There's my Chinese food, I gotta run. [hangs up] All you.
George: Who was it?
Jerry: I did a show for a car dealership and they're getting me a new SAAB.
George: What about your old car? They couldn't get Kramer's blood out of it?
Jerry: No, the engine clotted.