Kramer

Well, I'm not gonna need this anymore. I got Olive. (Jerry throws out the spatula)

George

Olive?

Kramer

Yeah. My lady friend down at Monks.

George

Oh.

Kramer

You guys ought to see the way she works her nails across my back. Ohh! She's a maestro. The crisscross. The figure eight, strummin' the ol' banjo, and this wild, savage free-for-all where anything can happen.