Kramer

All right, all right. Newman, let's go grab some mail sacks and haul these beauties out of here.

Jerry

Blood over there, sausages over here. I'm living in a slaughter house.

Izzy

Tonight I want you to sleep on this. Toughens the vertebrae. (Looks at the sausages) What in holy hell? Sausages? Is this your diet?

Jerry

No they're not mine Mr. Mandelbaum...

Izzy

Don't lie to me, butter bean. We're taking it up a notch.