Kramer: Hey Jerry, is it all right if I put some stuff in your fridge? Because mine's full.
Jerry: Yeah, sure. You don't even have a fridge, do you?
Kramer: Well, not here. [grabs a bag of chicken feed]
Jerry: Kramer, wait a minute. What the hell is that?
Kramer: Well, it's chicken feed. [shoves the bag into Jerry's fridge]
Jerry: I sense something is afoot.
Kramer: Yeah, I bought a chicken.
George: Allow me. Why?
Kramer: Cage-free, farm-fresh eggs.
Jerry: Allow me. What are you, an idiot?