Kramer

Good, ah, (clap) what's going on?

Jerry

Nothing.

Kramer

Really.

Jerry

You want food, don't cha? (nodding his head up and down)

Kramer

It's not for me. It's for Hilde -- the waitress I was telling you about. She's hungry, she wants food. If I go back in there without any food ... there's gonna be trouble. (his voice gets really high pitched on his last sentence)