Jerry: Well, it looks like you've adjusted to the boxers.
Kramer: Well, I wouldn't go as far as that.
Jerry: You went back to the Jockeys?
Kramer: Wrong again.
Jerry: Oh no...
Elaine: What? What?
Jerry: Don't you see what's going on here? No boxers, no Jockeys.
Elaine: [move back away from Kramer.] Ohhh.
Jerry: The only thing between him and us is a thin layer of gabardine. Kramer, say it isn't so.
Kramer: Oh, it be so. I'm out there, Jerry, and I'm loving every minute of it.
Jerry: So let me get this straight. You find yourself in the kitchen. You see an eclair, in the receptacle, and you think to yourself...what the hell? I'll just eat some trash.
George: No, no, no, no, no. It was not trash.
Jerry: Was it in the trash?
Jerry: Then it was trash.
George: But it wasn't down in, it was sorta...on top.
Jerry: But it was in the cylinder.
George: Above the rim.
Jerry: Adjacent to refuse is refuse.
George: It was on a magazine, and it still had the doily on.
Jerry: Was it eaten?
George: One little bite.
Jerry: Well, that's garbage.
George: But I know who took the bite. It was her aunt.
Jerry: Well, you my friend, have crossed the line that divides man and bum. You are now a bum.