Jerry

Don't worry. (whispering into the phone) Kramer! Kramer!... It's Jerry!... Jerry!... From next door!... Never mind where I am!... Yes, Jerry Seinfeld!...

Jerry

Ma, I told you, just dip the bread in the batter, and put in right in the pan... Okay, bye. (Jerry hangs up; to Rava) My mother. She forgot how to make French toast. You know how mothers are.

Rava

My mother left us when I was six years old. All seven of us. We never heard from her again. I hope she's rotting in an alley somewhere!

Jerry

My mom's down in Florida. She's got uh one of those condos. Hot down there in the summer. You ever been down there?

Ray

I love these pastries. You know, in Scandinavian mythology, the pastries were the food of the gods.