Jerry: So he just gets soup. He wants to save the meal. So now I got to do it all over again.
Elaine: What kind of soup did he get?
Jerry: I don't know? Consommé or something.
Elaine: Consommé, hmm.
Elaine: Well, that's not really a meal Jerry. I mean, if he had gotten, Chicken Gumbo, or Matzah Ball, even Mushroom Barley. Then I would agree with you. Those are very hardy soups.
Jerry: Elaine, you're missing the whole point.
Jerry: The meal is the act of sitting down with him. It doesn't matter what you get, as long as he's sitting in that restaurant, its a meal.
Elaine: Was it a cup or a bowl?
Jerry: You see -- ah, uh ...
Elaine: I’m just curious.
Jerry: A bowl, ok?
Elaine: Did he crumble any crackers in it?
(Jerry exhales in bemusement.)
Elaine: (Repeating the question) Did he crumble, any crackers in it?
Jerry: As a mater of fact, he did.
Elaine: Oh, well. Crackers in a bowl. That -- That could be a meal.
Jerry: It's like I’m talking to my Aunt Sylvia here.