Frank Costanza: Let's forget about it. We're going on a beautiful vacation.
George: Vacation?
Frank Costanza: Your mother and I are planning on taking a cruise.
George: [claps] Ah! [hugs Estelle]
Frank Costanza: But I can't find any vacation clothes. They were in the attic.
George: The attic? You haven't wore any of those clothes for years.
Frank Costanza: How can I go on a cruise with out my cabana-wear? I love those, those clothes. [screams] Ah! [jumps out of his chair] A mouse! I saw a mouse! [runs to another room and shuts the glass door]
George: It's the remote!
Frank Costanza: [through the glass] Where the hell are my clothes? I love those clothes.