Kramer

Hey, you should see the Berkhardt, Jerry. My mile is spotless. I mean the big stuff was easy. Cinderblocks, air-conditioners, shopping carts (makes sound - fzup!), I just rolled 'em into the woods.

Jerry

Yeah, that stuff's all natural anyway.

Kramer

(holding up a sign) Speed limit, one hundred and sixty-five miles per hour. See? They slipped a one in there. (laughing) Those kids with the spray paint, God love 'em.

Jerry

Hey. So, keys?

George

No keys. And I been calling the city all day. Course there's not really a number to call if you wanna make a pothole.