Mrs. Nyhart: Right this way, Mr. Vandelay.
George: Well, this is a lovely apartment. Lovely! My kids are gonna go crazy. I, uh, I wonder if I could see the bathrooms. Preferably one with some paint thinner and, uh, some rags?
Mrs. Nyhart: It's down the hall.
Jerry: Oh, hello...
George: Art.
Jerry: Mr. Vandelay, of course.
Mrs. Nyhart: You two know each other? [Kramer bursts in through the door] Mr. Pennypacker!
Kramer: Uh, yes, uh, I--I wanted to, uh, stop by and make sure that my shark tank fits-- Uh, hello.
Mrs. Nyhart: Mr. Pennypacker, this is Mr. Vandelay, And you know Mr. Varnsen.
Kramer: Varnsen.
Jerry: Pennypacker.
Kramer: Vandelay.
George: Pennypacker. Varnsen.
Jerry: Vandelay. Wait a second. Mr. Pennypacker, if you're here, and Mr. Vandelay is also here, then who's watching the factory?
Kramer: The factory?
Jerry: The Saab factory?
Kramer: Jerry, that's in Sweden.