Jerry: [on the phone, whispers] Kramer! Kramer! It's Jerry! Jerry! From next door! Never mind where I am! Yes, Jerry Seinfeld!
[Jerry sees Rava enter the room]
Jerry: [on the phone, normally] Ma, I told ya, just dip the bread in the batter, and put in right in the pan. Okay, bye. [to Rava] My mother. She forgot how to make French Toast. You know how mothers are.
Rava: My mother left us when I was six years old. All seven of us. He ever heard from her again. I hope she's rotting in an alley somewhere.
Jerry: [long pause] My mom's down in Florida. She's go one of those condos.. Hot down there in the summer. You ever been down there?