Jerry

(Annoyed at the thought) Nobody hit anything off. She just gave me the box. (Looks over at Kramer. He is scraping the BBQ sauce off Jerry's clothes with a knife, then dipping some bread into it) What the hell are you doing?

Kramer

(Looks up) I'm salvaging the sauce. What's the matter with you? (Eats the bread)

Jerry

(Pleading) Hey, hey, hey. Come on, come on.

Kramer

(Moving out into the living room) Jerry, why don't you do a bit on Styrofoam?

Jerry

Like what?