Brett: I feel terrible about your friend Jerry. He's upset that I gave Kramer that chest of drawers, isn't he?
Elaine: Why? Why do you think he's upset?
Brett: How could he not be? Living in that cramped little apartment. And outdated furniture, so terribly un-Karl Farbman-like.
Elaine: We're not gonna talk about Karl Farbman all night, are we?
Brett: I hope not.
[Brett leans overs and kisses Elaine, but he breaks away as the radio plays The Eagles' Desperado]
Elaine: Brett? Is everything all right? [silence] Brett! What is it? Is there someone outside?
Brett: Elaine, the song.
Elaine: Oh. Oh, oh, phew. You know, for a minute there I thought it was like that urban legend about the guy with the hook who's hanging on the fender...
Brett: Elaine, could you just not talk for one minute?
Elaine: Sorry.