Kramer: I got two. I got two. Paliachi, who needs two? Pagliacci, come on, the great tragic clown. Come on, check it out. He laughs, he cries, he sings, Pagliacci. Hey, I got two beauties right here, check it out, all
right.
Man: Hey, hey.Are you selling.
Kramer: Oh yeah, I'm selling.
Man: Where are they?
Kramer: Orchestra, Row G, dead center, primo! You'll think you died and went to heaven.
Man: What do you want for them.
Kramer: All right, I'll tell you what I'll do. Cause you look like a nice guy, a thousand dollars for the deuce.
Man: I'll give you five hundred for the pair.
George: Yeah, it's a deal!
Kramer: Pfft. No.
George: No? Are you crazy?
Kramer: Look, let me handle this.
George: Five hundred dollars, that's a great deal!
Kramer: You're blowing this. The guy's a pigeon. [The man walks away]
George: Did you see that? The guy's walking away. What is wrong with you? That was a three hundred dollar profit.
Kramer: Look, I know what I'm doing here, George.
George: This is not a Metallica concert. It's an opera, all right. A little dignity, a little class. Just give me my ticket, I will stand over here and sell it.