Lloyd: I'd like a hotdog, please.
Attendant: Are you outta your mind?
Kramer: Wh- Wh- Wh- What's the problem here?
Attendant: This hotdog's been here since the silent era. You'd have to be insane to eat it.
Kramer: No, no, no, no, no. This man is not insane. Now, there's nothing wrong with it or you.
Lloyd: Kramer, maybe...
Kramer: No, no, no, no. I'll show you. [drops bill] One hotdog please.
Attendant: Okay.
Kramer: Mmm, doesn't that smell good, huh? [takes hot dog] Yeah, here we go, yeah. [takes a big bite] Mmm, oh. That's delicious. Mmm. It's a perfectly sane food to eat. [another bite] hotdog. Umm, interesting texture. It's chewy. [half-cough, half-retch] I gotta get, some air.