Exterminator: Yep. They're in your bedroom too, Mr. Seinfeld. You got a full-blown outbreak of fleas on your hands.
Jerry: I don't get it. How did this happen? I don't have a dog.
Exterminator: I don't explain them, Mr. Seinfeld. I just exterminate them.
Jerry: I don't understand this.
Exterminator: I'm gonna have to seal the place up for 48 hours and fog it. That's the only way to get rid of them.
Jerry: Nobody can be in here for 48 hours? I got my parents in town.
Exterminator: Well, unless you wanna kill them... they can't stay in here. This stuff is pretty toxic.