Meryl

Here you go. (Pays Marty, then looks at the clothes on the hanger.) Excuse me, this isn't mine.

Marty

Oh, yes it is. Your husband brought it in himself.

Meryl

Really? (Takes her change and grabs the clothes off the hanger.) Thank you. (Exits.)

Anna

That's him! (Opens the door. Kramer stands there, deeply tanned and smiling. Anna and her grandfather are shocked.)

Meryl

You son of a bitch!