KRAMER: Yes, uh, I’m interested in the apartment.
SALES WOMAN: Yes! Come in, come in.
SALES WOMAN: I’m Christine Nyhart.
KRAMER: Oh. Delicious to meet you.
SALES WOMAN: Did the broker send you over?
KRAMER: Uh, yes, most likely, yes. I’m, uh, H.E. Pennypacker. I’m a wealthy industrialist and philanthropist and, uh, a bicyclist. And, um, yes, I’m looking for a place where I can settle down with my, uh, peculiar habits, and, uh, the women that I frequent with. (sniffing wall) Mmm. Mombassa, hmm?
SALES WOMAN: The asking price is $1.5 million.
KRAMER: Oh, I spend that much on after shave. Yes, I buy and sell men like myself every day. Now, I assume that there’s a waterfall grotto?
SALES WOMAN: No.
KRAMER: How about a bathroom?
SALES WOMAN: It has 4.
KRAMER: Yes, and where would the absolute nearest one be?
SALES WOMAN: Just down the hall.
KRAMER: Oh, thank you.
(via The Puerto Rican Day)