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.

Emily

(still reading) Don't forget, we're eating dinner at the Feinerman's tomorrow night.

Kramer

(moody) Oh, why do I have to go? They're your friends.