Kramer: [on the phone] Jerry, we got him. I'm riding his tail. There's no escape. He's running scared, buddy.
Jerry: How's the gas situation?
Kramer: I got enough to get to Memphis. He's reaching in back. He's grabbing at something. He's pulling out a gun! He's got a gun, Jerry!
Jerry: Duck, Kramer! Duck!
Kramer: It's a golf club! It's no gun. He threw a golf club at me!
Elaine: Those are JFK's golf clubs!
Kramer: Hey, I'm under fire here. [another club hits] I'm under heavy fire here, boy. [another hit] Jeez! That was a five-iron!
Elaine: Stop the truck, Kramer. Pick up the clubs!
Jerry: No, don't stop, Kramer. Keep going, don't let him get away.
Kramer: Wait a minute, I think he's done. Oh no, he's taking out the woods! You'll have to do a lot better than that! [Tony throws the bag]