General

Sure, you're sorry. I think we got a stack of mail out at the desk that belongs to you. Now, you want that mail, don't you Mr. Kramer?

Kramer

Sure do!

General

(receiving a salute from Kramer) Now, that's better.

Kramer

(seeing Newman walk into the office with a bucket on his head, escorted by a security man) Geez. Newman?

Newman

(whimpering) Tell the world my story.