Kramer: I'll have a brewski, Charlie.
Bartender: Name's Mitch.
Kramer: Oh, there's nothing like a cold one after a long day, huh?
Barry: Yeah.
Kramer: Oh, yeah. I've been known to drink a beer or two. But then again, I've been known to do a lot of things.
[A waitress walks by and lifts the bar counter door, hitting Kramer in the face. He shuffles over, closer to Barry]
Kramer: Cigarette?
Barry: No, no. I never touch them.
Kramer: Well, I suck 'em down like Coca-Cola. Well here's to feeling good all the time.
[Kramer smokes the cigarette and drinks the beer at the same time]
Barry: [sniffs]
Kramer: Looks like you've got yourself a little cold there, huh, fella?
Barry: I don't think so.
Kramer: Me neither.
[Kramer smokes the wrong end of the cigarette]