[Kramer hands George his giant set of keys]
George: Gee, Kramer, I uh, I don't know what to say.
Kramer: Say yes. Yes, George, yes.
George: Should I give you my keys? Is that the transaction, trading keys? Because Elaine has my keys.
Kramer: Well, you can get them back.
George: I suppose I could.
Kramer: Because you see, George, having the keys to Jerry's apartment? That kept me in a fantasy world. Every time I went over to his house, it was like I was on vacation. Better food, better view, better TV. And cleaner? Oh, much cleaner. That became my reality. I ignored the squalor in my own life because I'm looking at life, you see, through Jerry's eyes. I was living in twilight, George. Living in the shadows. Living in the darkness, like you.
George: Me?
Kramer: Oh, yeah. I can barely see you, George.
George: All right, stop it Kramer, you're freaking me out.