Newman: "You're in trouble, Kramer. I shouldn't even be talking to you, but
I'm telling you as a friend. Here's how it's going to happen: you may be
walking. Maybe on a crisp, autumn day just like today. When a mail truck will slow beside you, and a door will open, and a mailman you know, maybe eventrust, will offer to give you a lift."
Kramer: "Are you through?"
Newman: "No! And no one will ever see you again!"
Kramer: "Are you through?"
Newman: "Yes. No, wait! OK, yes."
Newman, seeing postal security officials walking towards Kramer: "Quick! Get in!"
Kramer: "Oh, no, no, no. That's exactly how you said it was going down."
Newman: "There's another way it can go down, and it's going down right now!"
Kramer: "No. You said a mailman I know, and you're a mailman I know!"