Kramer

We're not talking about a manicure. Imagine, this is going to be his first memory. Of his parents just standing there while some stranger (Does some motions of cutting; Myra sobs more) cutting off a piece of his manhood and then serves a catered lunch.

Stan

(Seeing Myra run away sobbing) Myra?

Elaine

Kramer, what's the matter with you?

Kramer

Me?

Elaine

(to everyone) Oh, that's the Mohel.