Jerry: Seven? Yeah, I guess I could see it. Seven. Seven periods of school, seven beatings a day. Roughly seven stitches a beating, and eventually seven years to life. Yeah, you're doing that child quite a service.
George: Yes, I am. I defy you to come up with a better name than Seven.
Jerry: All right, let's see. How about Mug? Mug Costanza, that's original. Or Ketchup? Pretty name for a girl.
George: All right, you having a good time there?
Jerry: I got fifty right here in the cupboard. How about Bisquik? Pimento? Gherkin? Sauce? Maxwell House?
George: All right, already! This is a very key issue with me, Jerry. I had this name for a long time.