[Kramer casually enters the apartment, walks over to the kitchen counter and slaps some money down]
Kramer: I'm out!
Elaine: What?!
Kramer: Yeah, I'm out. I'm out of the contest.
George: You're out?!
Kramer: Yeah, yeah. What?
Elaine: Well, that was fast!
Kramer: Well, it was that woman across the street. [to Jerry] You know, you better be careful, buddy. She's gonna get you next.