Kramer

You're a portly fellow, a bit long in the waistband. So what's your pleasure? Is it the salty snacks you crave? No no no no no, yours is a sweet tooth.

George

Get out of here.

Kramer

Oh you may stray, but you'll always return to your dark master, the cocoa bean.

George

I'm leaving.

Kramer

(building up steam as George bolts for the door) No, and only the purest syrup nectar can satisfy you!