I'm not interested in your explanations, Kramer! Sure, I bet you've got a million of ’em. Maybe your mother didn't love you enough, maybe the teacher didn't call on you in school when you had your little hand raised, maybe the pervert in the park had a present in his pants, huh? Well, I've got another theory, Kramer: You're a weed.
Tough-guy Lieutenant Martel grills Kramer about being a suspect in serial killing.