KRAMER: I don’t know why I let you talk me into that corned beef at Snitzer’s.
EMILY: (not looking up from her book) No-one held a gun to your head.
KRAMER: (dismissive) Yeah.
EMILY: (still reading) Don’t forget, we’re eating dinner at the Feinerman’s tomorrow night.
KRAMER: (moody) Oh, why do I have to go? They’re your friends.
EMILY: You like ‘em.
KRAMER: I’ve had it with ‘em.
Kramer disappears into the bathroom.
EMILY: Then we won’t go.
Kramer reemerges with a glass of water.
KRAMER: (yielding) Okay, okay. What time?
EMILY: Eight thirty.
Kramer downs the glass of water in one go, and then belches.
KRAMER: (satisfied) Ahh. That was alright.

(via The Money)