Kramer: Anyway, Jerry and Elaine felt very badly about what happened to you, and they wanted you to have this.
Poppie: What's this? A bottle of wine and a five-alarm chili? They're trying to kill Poppie?!
Kramer: Why, what...?
Poppie: Don't they know I have a gastro-intestinal disorder? If I would have any of this, I would die. Then Poppie's no good to anyone! This is a sick, sick joke on Poppie. How could you be friends with those two?
Kramer: Well, we're not very close.
Poppie: They owe me for those ducks. They were flown in from Newfoundland.
Kramer: Oh, they got good ducks there, huh?
Poppie: Oh, very good ducks.