Kramer: Oh, Elaine. Yeah.
Elaine: Kramer, you look terrible.
Kramer: Look, I need the keys to your apartment, I gotta take a shower.
Elaine: What’s wrong with your shower?
Kramer: There’s no water pressure.
Elaine: Why don’t you just go see Jerry?
Just as Kramer is about to answer, Mr. Peterman walks past Elaine’s open office door and pauses.
Kramer: Jerry’s got nothing. Newman’s got nothing. You’re the only one I know who’s got the good stuff, and I need it bad, baby, cause I feel like I got bugs crawling up my skin. Now you gotta help me out.
Peterman (busting in): Not on my watch! (Grabs Kramer by the collar) I won’t have you turning my office into a den of iniquity! Get your fix somewhere else! (Throws Kramer out and slams the door closed)
Elaine: Mr Peterman! What are you doing?
Peterman: Elaine, you’re out of control. You need help.
Elaine: Huh?
Peterman: I know what you’re going through. I too once fell under the spell of opium. It was 1979. I was traveling the Yangtzee in search of a Mongolian horsehair vest. I had got to the market after sundown, all of the clothing traders had gone, but a different sort of trader still lurked about. “Just a taste,” he said. That was all it took.

(via The Shower head)