Herb: Building D?
Mrs. Choate: Against impeachment.
Jack: [whispers to Morty] I can't believe you got that old bag.
[Jack's comments prompt Mrs. Choate to remember Jerry calling her an old bag as he stole her rye bread on the streets of New York]
Mrs. Choate: It's him. [points at Morty] It's your son. Now I know where I saw him. He stole my marble rye.
Morty Seinfeld: My son never stole anything. He's a good boy.
Ralph: They should lock him up.
Mrs. Choate: Like father, like son. I change my vote. I vote to impeach!