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.