Winona: I guess I could go for a bite.
Jerry: You like Chinese food? 'cause I once went to a great Szechwan restaurant in this neighborhood. I don't remember the exact address... [sees a mailman] Uh, excuse me, you must know where the Chinese restaurant is around here.
Mailman: Why must I know? Because I'm Chinese? You think I know where all the Chinese restaurants are? [affects stereotypical accent] Oh, ask honorable Chinaman for "rocation" of restaurant.
Jerry: I asked because you were the mailman, you would know the neighborhood.
Mailman: Oh, hello, American Joe. Which way to hamburger/hotdog stand? [storms away]
Jerry: I didn't know that...
Winona: You know, it's late. I should probably just go home.
Jerry: I, I had no idea.
[As a cab drives by, Kramer leans out of the window straddling the Indian figure]
Kramer: [yells] Hey, Jerry! Look what I got. [war-whoops]