Seinfeld, Season 7

Newman:
It's the truck, Kramer. The truck!

Kramer:
Look, Newman, I told you to let this thing go.

Newman:
No, no, no, no no. Listen to me. Most days, the post office sends one truckload of mail to the second domestic regional sorting facility in Saginaw, Michigan.

Kramer:
(interested) Uh-huh.

Newman:
But, on the week before holidays, we see a surge. On Valentine's Day, we send two trucks. On Christmas, four, packed to the brim. And tomorrow, if history is any guide, will see some spillover into a fifth truck.

Kramer:
(realization) Mother's Day.

Newman:
The mother of all mail days. And guess who signed up for the truck.

Kramer:
A free truck? Oh boy, that completely changes our cost structure. Our G and A goes down fifty percent.

Newman:
(excited) We carry a couple of bags of mail, and the rest is ours!

Kramer:
Newman, you magnificent bastard, you did it!

Newman:
(triumph) Let the collecting begin!