George: Hey, why are all those people milling around my car?
Kramer: I don't know.
Jerry: Maybe they're admiring your spot.
Kramer: They're looking up.
George: Hey, there's a guy up on the roof.
Kramer: Whoa. That's the guy I told where the elevator was.
George: Oh, God, I hope he doesn't jump... [Elaine gasps] Oh, my God! My car! My car!