Michael

My father was a lobsterman. He got up every morning at four and came home every night stinking of brine! He sent me through law school with the lobsters he caught! (Kramer stands up from table)

Carol

(Entering with baby) Here he is.

Kramer

Ahhh! (Shocked after seeing the baby)

Elaine

Some night, huh?

Ben

Yeah, I wish I had my telescope.