Kramer: So, how's the neck? Nice and loose?
Elaine: Lookit, Kramer, you are not getting this bike. I don't even know why you ant it. (laughingly) I mean, it's a girl's bike.
Kramer: It's a verbal contract. We had a deal.
Elaine: No, we didn't. You take these things too literally. It's like saying, you're hungry enough to eat a horse.
Kramer: Well, my friend Jay Reimenschneider eats horse all the time. He gets it from his butcher.
Elaine: This is not the point. The point is, you just can't have the bike.
Kramer: Boy, I am really surprised at you. You are the last person I figured would do something like this. I mean, George, yeah, I can see that. Even Jerry. But not you, Elaine. I always put you up here... [holds hand high] They're over here. [holds hand at mid-level] Now you're... [holds hand low]
[Kramer closes the door and leaves, before quickly returning]
Elaine: All right.