Kramer

Yeah, yeah. (Pulls a bottle out of his pocket) I got some pilss. They taste terrible.

Jerry

(Takes the bottle from him) Just swallow 'em.

Kramer

(Gestures to his throat) No, my throat's too tender.

Jerry

Alright, sit down, sit down. (Grabs a pill from the bottle, and starts advancing tward Kramer - like an owner with his dog)

Kramer

I don't want to!