Jerry: How's life on the red planet?
Kramer: It's killing me. I can't eat, I can't sleep, all I can see is that giant red sun in the shape of a chicken.
Jerry: Well, did you go down to the Kenny Rogers and complain?
Kramer: Ah, they gave me the heave-ho. You know, I don't think that Kenny Rogers has any idea what's going on down there.
[Kramer fills a bowl of cereal with tomato juice from the fridge]
Jerry: What are you doing?
Kramer: Getting some cereal
Jerry: That's tomato juice.
[Kramer spits out cereal]
Kramer: That looked like milk to me! Jerry, my rods and cones are all screwed up!