Peterman

Kramer, my friend, (Gestures to Elaine) consider Elaine at your disposal.

Kramer

Okay.. (To Elaine) Well, I, Uh.. I like to work in the evenings.. (Elaine slumps back, and covers her head in misfortune)

Elaine

Would you please just get on with the stupid Bob Saccamano story?!

Kramer

Well, I'm on the phone with Bob, and I realize right then and there that I need to return this pair of pants. So, I'm off to the store.

Elaine

What happened to Bob Saccamano?