Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Last week on Seinfeld.
- You know, I haven't eaten anything. - I just wanna call the police.
- But you could. - Oh, yeah. Of course we could.
Yeah, okay, yeah. All right. Look, I'll be out of here by noon.
Excuse me, where are we? Earth.
Yeah. All right.
What's the matter? Are you crazy?
No, it's a tarragon.
- No, of course not. - It's enough with the bar already.
- ... while they had me in custody. - Really?
Maybe the door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman, but not you.
No! You made a mistake, Kramer.
How'd you know about the guy in the park?
I couldn't have breakfast. It was lunchtime.
- Excuse me, what street are we on? - I don't know.
We're pretty sure.
Sickies like you always do.
Get me-!
What do they think? We live in a jar...
- Yeah. - That's very nice.
Could you not tuck the blankets in?
I guess they're people that wanted to be sketch artists...
- Should I take some? - I think that's a 519.
What? The wise guy, the little kid, the bellhop, the ballplayer?
I don't know where we are. Where are we?