Kramer: Did you take this out of the garbage?
Jerry: Yeah, it's still got some spring in the strings.
Kramer: Oh, Jerry, this is a piece of junk. [puts racket in the trash] How are you gonna be the executor of my living will? [Jerry retrieves the racket] You see? You can't let go.
Jerry: Trust me, Kramer. Given the legal opportunity, I will kill you.
Kramer: I wish I could believe you. Hey, Elaine, do you have some free time tomorrow afternoon?
Elaine: Me?
Kramer: Yeah, because you're perfect. You're a calculating, cold-hearted businesswoman. And when there's dirty work to be done, you don't mind stomping on a few throats.
Elaine: [flattered] Oh, come on.