Kramer

This is a good cigar (hair is on fire, white smoke pouring from the back of his head) . . . . . . WOOOOOOOOOOW . . . (runs to bathroom, his arms in the air -- he bangs them in to the top of the hallway door jam and falls into the bathroom)

Morty

So, when do I get to see the doctor?

Nurse

He'll be in with the X-Rays in a few minutes. You can get dressed. (leaves)

Morty

(checking pants) They stole my wallet. The bum stole my wallet. (opens door, shouts into the hallway) MY WALLET'S GONE! MY WALLET'S GONE! I had my wallet in my back pocket. It's gone.

Nurse

Are you sure?