Peterman

(winks) Morty, you're out.

Morty

(unconcerned) Ach, I never knew what the hell I was peddling with those stupid cartoons and that paper book, anyway.

Kramer

I don't know why I let you talk me into that corned beef at Snitzer's.

Emily

(not looking up from her book) No-one held a gun to your head.

Kramer

(dismissive) Yeah.