Martel

I'm not interested in your explanations, Kramer! Sure, I bet you've got a million of 'em. Maybe your mother didn't love you enough, maybe the teacher didn't call on you in school when you had your little hand raised, maybe the pervert in the park had a present in his pants, huh? Well, I've got another theory you're a weed.

Kramer

No...

Martel

Society is filled with them. They're choking the life out of the all pretty flowers.

Martel

You see something even remotely pretty and you have to choke the life out if it, don't you Kramer?

Martel

You killed all the pretty flowers, didn't you Kramer? You killed the pretty little flowers, didn't you? You dirty, filthy, stinky weed! Didn't you?