Mel Sanger: My name's Sanger. Mel Sanger. I drive that truck out there.
Jerry: Oh, the Yoo-hoo? I love Yoo-hoo.
Mel Sanger: Yes, it's a fine product. Anyway I saw you on The Tonight Show a couple of weeks ago. I was watching the show with my son Donald. He's got this rare immune deficiency in his blood. It's the damnedest thing. Doctors say he has to live in a plastic bubble. Can you imagine that? A bubble.
Jerry: A bubble?
Elaine: A bubble?
Mel Sanger: Yes, a bubble. Do you mind? May I?
Elaine: Oh, sure.
Mel Sanger: [sits down] Ah, it'd break your heart seeing him in there. It's like a prisoner. No friends. Just his mother and me. And I'm out there six days a week haulin' Yoo-hoo. We have sacrificed everything. All for our little bubble boy. [tears up] Excuse me.
Elaine: Here.
[After Elaine passes out paper tissues, Mel and Elaine wipe the tears from their eyes. Jerry wipes food from his mouth.]