Man

Rusty.

Newman

(Writing on a clipboard) Rusty.

Kramer

(To Rusty) You know, I once knew a horse named Rusty. No offence.

Newman

(To Rusty) Alright, uh, take it down to the end of the block. Make a controlled turn, and bring her back. Let's see what you've got! Ok? Ready, and go!

Kramer

(Watching Rusty's pulling of the rickshaw) Giddy up! Good form.