KRAMER: First she sets the mood perfectly with this new age music played over ocean sounds. Then she lays you out on this table, and she proceeds to rub oil your entire body. And she rubs long… and deep… Jerry, she rubs with love. Every muscles she touches just… oozes beneath those silky, soft fingers, you can scarcely contain yourself, buddy.
JERRY: So you had a good time.
KRAMER: Oh… yeah…
JERRY: Enjoyed yourself.
KRAMER: Very… much…
JERRY: All right now you listen and you listen good!
KRAMER: What!
JERRY: The massages are out!
KRAMER: Wha–
JERRY: Ahh!!! They’re out!
KRAMER: Why?!
JERRY: Because if I can’t get one, you’re not getting one.
KRAMER: Wait a minute! Wait a minute! I need my massages! Can’t you see I’m burned out!
JERRY: I’m sorry, Kramer.
KRAMER: Why? Why? Look, I paid for her.
JERRY: Don’t you ever talk about her like that!
KRAMER: But why?
JERRY: That’s final!!!
KRAMER: Ah!!! Yahh!!!