Kramer

(enthusiastic) Oh, I'm percolating, Jerry. I'm telling you, I have never felt so fertile. I'm mossy, Jerry. My brain is mossy. Listen to this idea. (fetches a spoon from the drawer) A restaurant that serves only peanut butter and jelly. (clicks tongue)

Jerry

What d'you call it?

Kramer

P B and J's. What d'you think?

Jerry

(deadpan) I think you need more sleep.

Kramer

(dismissive) Ahh.