Kramer: All right. Now you listen, and you listen good. I know who you are. You're the scofflaw.
Newman: [defensive] What are you talking about...
Kramer: Ah, don't play dumb. It's me, Cosmo.
Newman: All right, so it's me. So what?
Kramer: You don't think I know how you're feeling, every second of the day? Looking over your shoulder to see if someone's coming up from behind. Sitting alone at night, knowing they could be closing in.
Newman: I can't sleep, I tell you! I can't sleep!
Kramer: Of course you can't, you poor sap! Now why didn't you tell me?
Newman: I couldn't. I couldn't tell anyone.
Kramer: So you been living this secret the whole time by yourself?
Newman: [sobbing] Yes, it's been awful. I wanted to tell somebody. [pleads] Help me Kramer! Help me!