Kramer

(in pain) Ow! Jeez!

Jerry

What's wrong?

Kramer

(Ow!) It's my stomach.

Jerry

You're probably gettin' an ulcer. This job is killing you! It's killing Us.

Kramer

(putting briefcase down) You know what? You're right. These reports, they can wait a couple of hours. Whadda say we go out tonight? Any place you want.