Kramer: Hey, what's going on?
Phil: Fredo is dead.
Jerry: That strange Portuguese guy that lives next-door to the incinerator?
Phil: No! my bird. We just got back from the pet cemetery.
Jerry: Oh, Phil. Mrs. Phil. I'm so sorry.
Phil: Oh, I'll bet you are! They told us he was poisoned! Something in his food.
Jerry: But I, I didn't-- [Phil slams the door on Jerry, and Kramer]