Jerry: So Kramer, what are you going to do?
Kramer: Do? Do? Hey, I'm doing what I do. You know, I've always done what I do. I'm doing what I do, way I've always done and the way I'll always do it.
George: Kramer, what the hell are you talking about?
Kramer: Well, what do you want me to say? That the things haven't worked out the way that I planned? That I'm struggling, barely able to keep my head above water? That L.A. is a cold place even in the middle of the summer? That it's a lonely place even when your stuck in traffic on the Hollywood Freeway? That I'm no better than a screenwriter driving a cab, the starlet turning tricks, a producer in a house he can't afford? Is that what you want me to say?
George: I'd like to hear that.
Jerry: Yeah.
Kramer: Well, I'm not saying that! You know, things are going pretty well for me here. I met a girl...
Jerry: Kramer, she was murdered!
Kramer: Yeah, well, you know, I wasn't looking for a long term relationship. I was on TV.
George: As a suspect in a serial killing.
Kramer: Okay. Yeah, all right. You guys got to put a negative spin on everything.