Elaine

Hey, I was in a shvitz for 6 hours. Give me a break.

Jerry

Gwen. Gwen, wait! Ah! (runs back to his seat) Bad lighting on the porch.

Elaine

(To bookie) Hey, how'd my horse do?

Bookie

He had to be shot.

Frank

And now as Festivus rolls on, we come to the feats of strength.