Lloyd

Kramer, maybe...

Kramer

No, no, no, no. I'll show you. (slams a bill down on the counter) One hotdog please.

Attendant

(on your head be it) Okay.

Kramer

Mmm, doesn't that smell good, huh?

Kramer

Yeah, here we go, yeah. (he takes a big bite) Mmm, oh. That's delicious. Mmm. It's a perfectly sane food to eat. (he takes another bite)