Karen

That makes sense. (The limo stops at Karen's hotel.)

Jerry

Well, here we are...

Karen

Kramer, would you consider being my personal consultant for the pageant?

Kramer

Okay. But if I'm going to do this, we play by my rules or we don't play at all.

Karen

I am in your hands. (They shake hands.) Well! Oh, good night, Jerry. (They're about to kiss, but Kramer stops them by clearing his throat.) Kenneth will take you home. (She gets out, leaving Jerry staring at Kramer with an angry expression on his face.)