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love * peace * adventure

seinfeld: the note

every time somebody recommends a doctor, he's always the best. "oh, is he good?" "oh, he's the best. this guy's the best." they can't all be the best. there can't be this many bests. someone's graduating at the bottom of these classes, where are these doctors? is somewhere, someone saying to their friend, "you should see my doctor, he's the worst. oh yeah, he's the worst, he's the absolute worst there is. whatever you've got, it'll be worse after you see him. he's just, he's a butcher. the man's a butcher."? and then there's always that, "make sure that you tell him that, you know, you know me." why? what's the difference? he's a doctor. what is it, "oh, you know bob! okay, i'll give you the real medicine. everybody else, i'm giving tic-tacs."

julianna: and usually for lunch i'll have a salad, and for dinner, i eat whatever i want.
j: what do you think the worst part of being blind is?
julianna: excuse me?
j: you know, if you were blind what do you think the worst part of it would be?
julianna: i don't know.
j: i think it would be not being able to tell if there was bugs in my food. how could you ever enjoy a meal like that? i'd constantly be feeling around with my lips and my tongue.
julianna: well that's how my five-year old eats. he's a very picky eater.
j: you hear about that kid that was kidnapped the other day in pennsylvania?
julianna: no.
j: he was at a carnival with his mother. she goes to get a hot dog, next thing you know she turns around, boom, he's gone.
julianna: oh.
j: imagine how sick a person has to be to do something like that. and these people are all over the place. you never know who's crazy, i could be one of these people.
julianna: (visibly uncomfortable) have you seen any good movies?
j: who takes care of your boy during the day?
julianna: we have a woman. why?
j: no no. i'm just saying.
julianna: she had references.
j: i'm sure she did, i'm sure they're impeccable. i'm talking about the ones that forge them. you know i think this is really helping.
julianna: i don't live near here, ya know!

[jerry, elaine and george are at jerry's apartment.]
j: so she's giving me the massage and i'm just making conversation.
e: i don't like to talk during a massage.
j: neither do i, but i do it for them. i figure they're bored.
g: yeah, i do that too. i feel guilty about getting the pleasure. i feel like i don't deserve it so i talk. it stops me from enjoying it. there's nothing to eat in here.
e: oh! i forgot to tell you--
j: i'm in the middle of a story.
e: okay, go ahead.
g: why don't you ever go shopping?
j: not like it's a really funny story or anything.
e: what happened?
j: well so she mentioned that she had a son, and the for some reason i launch into the story about the kid from pennsylvania who was abducted.
e: oh, wasn't that terrible?
j: yes, it was.
g: not even an apple.
e: she doesn't want to hear that, that was stupid.
j: i know it was stupid.
e: really stupid.
j: hey, i just said it was stupid.
g: what about this leftover chinese food?
j: take it.
e: i can't believe you said that.
j: hey, would you stop it already?
e: so, what did she say?
j: i don't know, she actually seemed to get a little paranoid.
g: this is terrible. what is this, ginger? i hate ginger. i can't understand how anyone can eat ginger.
e: i have a good masseuse you could go to.
j: nah, she's really good and she's not just a masseuse, she's a physical therapist. there's a big difference. she uses the ultrasound, it's a real medical procedure. in fact, if you get a doctor's note, it's covered by insurance.
g: physical therapy is covered by insurance?
j: yeah.
g: you don't have to pay for the massage?
j: not if you have a doctor's note.
e: so where do you get this note?
j: well i've never actually done it but if i really wanted to i could probably get one from my friend roy, the dentist.
g: right, your friend roy.
e: what's the name of this physical therapist?
j: i'll tell you, but don't ask her anything about her kid, she a little off.
g: and you don't have to pay.

[george and elaine are at the physical therapist's office.]
g: we have three-o'clock appointments.
receptionist: george and elaine, right? could you fill these out for me please? and elaine, you'll be seeing julianna, and george, you'll be with raymond.
g: excuse me, did you say 'raymond'?
receptionist: yes.
g: but, uh, raymond is a man.
receptionist: that's right.
[george sits down slowly, letting this sink in.]
g: i can't get a massage from a man.
e: why not?
g: what, are you crazy? i can't have a man touching me. switch with me.
e: no, i don't want the man either.
g: what's the difference, you're a woman. they're supposed to be touching you.
e: he'd just be touching your back.
g: he'd just be touching your back too.
e: no, it could get sexual.
g: i know. that's the point. if it's gonna get sexual, it should get sexual with you.
e: i wouldn't be comfortable.
g: i would? what if something happens?
e: what could happen?
g: what if it felt good?
e: it's supposed to feel good.
g: i don't want it to feel good.
e: then why get the massage?
g: exactly!
[a man walks up dressed in white.]
raymond: george?
g: yes?
raymond: i'm raymond.
g: hello.
raymond: are you ready?
[george gets up cautiously and walks with raymond.]

[george is on the table getting a massage from raymond. george appears extremely
uncomfortable.]
raymond: and then julianna asked me if i wanted to join her here in the office.
g: really.
raymond: i used to be a flight attendant.
g: oh boy.
raymond: ya know, why don't you open those pants, it's gonna be a lot easier that way.
[george loosens his pants, raymond grabs them and yanks then down his hips then starts massaging his lower back.]
raymond: so what do you do?
g: what?
raymond: i said, 'what do you do?'.
g: i don't know.
raymond: you don't know what you do?
g: nah.
raymond: oh, come on. hey, you're very tense.
g: coffee. too much coffee.
raymond: okay, just take off those pants now, i'll work the hamstring.
g: oh, the hamstring's fine.
raymond: but you wrote that it was tender.
g: i wrote. pfft, *i* wrote.
raymond: i'll check it out.
g: are you sure?
raymond: yeah, take 'em off.
[george gets up to remove his pants, he looks over and sees raymond rubbing his hands with oil. nervous, george pulls his pants down and climbs back on the table. as soon as raymond touches his leg, george becomes rigid with discomfort.]
raymond: how did you hurt this?
g: i don't know.
raymond: you don't know?
g: no.
raymond: but you just told me--
g: korea.
raymond: you hurt it in korea?
g: what?
raymond: the hamstring.
g: korea.
raymond: how?
g: hamstring.
raymond: how did you hurt the hamstring?
g: hotel.

[elaine is in the waiting room, george walks out very slowly, he appears positively shell-shocked.]
e: how'd it go? george?
[george walks right out the door, ignoring elaine.]

[jerry's apartment, jerry is on the phone.]
j: no appointments at all? because my neck is still tight. what about thursday? and friday? oh boy. okay, thanks anyway.
[george enters acting nervous.]
j: what's with you?
g: a...
j: yes, a...?
g: a man gave me...
j: yes, a man gave you...?
g: a man gave me... a massage.
j: so?
g: so he... had his hands and, uh, he was...
j: he was what?!
g: he was... touching and rubbing.
j: that's a massage.
g: and then i took my pants off.
j: you took your pants off?
g: for my hamstring.
j: oh.
g: he got about two inches from... there.
j: really?
g: i think it moved.
j: moved?
g: it may have moved, i don't know.
j: i'm sure it didn't move.
g: it moved! it was imperceptible but i felt it.
j: maybe it just wanted to change positions? you know, shift to the other side.
g: no, no. it wasn't a shift, i've shifted, this was a move.
j: okay, so what if it moved?
g: that's the sign! the test; if a man makes it move.
j: that's not the test. contact is the test, if it moves as a result of contact.
g: you think it's contact? it has to be touched?
j: that's what a gym teacher once told me.
[kramer enters.]
k: hey.
j: hey.
k: i just saw joe dimaggio in dinky donuts. you know, i looked in there and there he was having coffee and a donut.
j: joe dimaggio? in dinky donuts?
k: yeah. joe dimaggio.
j: i'm sorry, if joe dimaggio wants a donut he goes to a fancy restaurant or a hotel. he's not sitting in dinky donuts.
k: well maybe he likes dinky donuts.
g: i don't even like to sit next to a man on an airplane 'cause our knees might touch.
j: i can't see joe dimaggio sitting at the counter in little tiny filthy smelly dinky donuts.
k: why can't joe dimaggio have a donut like everyone else?
j: he can have a donut, but not at dinky.
g: i don't even like to use urinals, i've always been a stall man.
k: look i'm telling-- (he does a double take and looks at george) i'm telling you, that was joe dimaggio.
g: the guy slept with marilyn monroe, he's in dinky donuts. what about this doctor's note? let's go see your friend roy.
j: i never said i'd do that.
g: what are you talking about, that's seventy-five bucks! i'm not working, i can't afford that.
j: i don't know how i feel about it.
g: oh, what are you, like, a quaker now?
j: alright, alright.
k: a stall man, huh?

[george and jerry are in roy's office.]
j: so we were just kinda wondering if it was possible for you to write us a note, and if you can't, believe me, it's fine.
g: he didn't say he can't.
j: i mean, if you feel funny about it at all.
g: he doesn't feel funny.
j: if he does.
g: do you feel funny? he didn't say anything.
j: he feels funny. you don't have to do this.
g: he knows that!
j: roy, should we go? is this a breach of our friendship?
g: oh, can you be any more dramatic?
r: don't be ridiculous. (notices george looking at a poster on the wall) holyfield. he's a good friend of one of my patients. he's got a hell of a body, doesn't he?
g: how would i know?
r: do you like him?
g: what do you mean, like him?
r: do you like him?
g: i mean he's a good fighter and a nice guy but i don't like him.
r: how come you don't like him?
g: why should I?
j: what is the matter with you?
g: nothing, why? you think something's wrong? am I different?
r: so, you want the notes?
j: you don't have to, really.
r: nah nah, it's ok.
j: we should probably get one for elaine, too, right george? (turns to george, who is staring intently at the holyfield poster) george?

[jerry and elaine are at jerry's apartment, jerry is on the phone.]
j: well what about the week after? no appointments at all? (jerry tries to sit down on the couch, but elaine is too close to the end and he has to squeeze in between her and the arm to sit down) can i at least just talk to her so i can apologize? forget it. (Hangs up) i can't believe this, i make one innocent comment about some lunatic in pennsylvania and i'm cut off. this woman is insane. (looks at elaine for a moment) what's with you?
e: what?
j: well you were too close to me, i was all scrunched in there.
e: hey, you scrunched me. i sat down here first.
[kramer enters.]
k: hey, i saw dimaggio in the donut shop again.
j: uh huh.
e: joe dimaggio?
k: joe dimaggio, you know this time i went in and sat down across from him and i really watched him. i studied his every move. for example, he dunks.
e: joe dimaggio dunks his donut?
k: that's right.
j: see, now i know it's not him. joe dimaggio could not be a dunker.
k: oh, he's a dunker.
e: why couldn't he be a dunker?
k: and nothing diverts his attention. like, i'm uh, you know, like i'm sitting in there, you know. and i start banging on the table, you know, to uh, look up, you know, like i'm sitting there you know and uh, *bang* (slams the table) you know, *bang* he wouldn't move. so then i start doing these yelping noises. like, *yip* (high pitched yelping noises) *yip*. no reaction because the guy is so focused, you see, he can just block out anything that's going on around him. see, that's how he played baseball. he dunks like he hits.
e: so then what?
k: well, then the waitress, she comes up and she tells me to shut up or they're gonna throw me out.
e: why didn't you just call out his name?
[george enters, his pants are ripped at the knee.]
j: what happened to you?
g: one of those kids called me a mary.
e: a what?
g: i was jumping over a puddle and for some reason i went like this. (george stretches out his arms in a ballet motion) they called me a mary. so i chased them, and i tripped and i fell.
k: yeah, you know kids, they can be very perceptive.
e: hey, george? what is this? (elaine makes the same outstretched arm motion) what is that? no really, what is that?
[george heads for the bathroom, the phone rings, kramer answers it, jerry grabs it from him.]
j: hello? oh, hi roy. what? oh my god, how did this happen? what can i do? oh. i am so sorry. okay. bye. (hangs up) that was roy. he's under investigation for insurance fraud.
k: just a man and not a freak, joltin' joe dimaggio. joe, joe. go, joe...
j: i told you.
g: told me what?
j: i told you we shouldn't do it.
g: he didn't say anything.
j: he's got a house, a family, they could take away his license. you should have heard him. three notes, how stupid was that? we never should have got three notes.
e: three notes?
j: yeah, you, me and george.
e: you got me a note?
j: yeah.
e: but I got my own note.
j: you what?
e: i got a note from my gynecologist.
j: why'd you do that?
e: i didn't know you were getting me a note.
j: of course i was getting you a note.
e: but you didn't say anything.
j: neither did you, that's how he got caught. we sent in four notes from two doctors.
k: how can you do that to your friend? he's got a wife, kids, and a lot of other stuff. oh, yeah.
[kramer leaves.]

[jerry and george are at roy's office.]
j: hi pam.
pam: hello.
g: hello.
j: i just thought maybe i could talk to roy.
[roy walks in.]
roy: pam, did the x-ray from mrs. sloan... hi.
j: hi roy.
g: how ya doing?
r: come on back, i have a patient but she's under.

[roy, jerry and george are talking over a woman sleeping in a dental chair.]
j: i don't even know what to say.
g: me neither.
j: i knew this would happen.
g: me too.
j: i mean the whole thing, it's just...
g: tragic.
j: well it's not tragic.
g: no?
j: no, it's...
g: unsettling?
j: okay. i mean, what if the--
[pam walks in and interrupts.]
pam: i hope you're both happy.
j: i'm not happy.
g: me neither. i've never been happy.
j: i mean i'm happy sometimes, but not now.
g: in college, maybe. those were fun times.
j: yeah, college was fun.
[pam walks in again and interjects.]
pam: you know the whole practice is in jeopardy, you know that?
roy: don't mind her.
j: oh please, i love her.
g: i've just met her but i'm very impressed.
roy: i can't understand, i've never had a problem with these notes before.
j: what's the next move, what's gonna happen now?
roy: well, nothing really, as long as we get the physical therapist to go along with our story.
j: what? the physical therapist? why?
roy: she just has to say the complaint was related to a dental problem. the woman in the chair wakes up and looks at jerry and george.
g: how ya doing?

[jerry and george are at julianna's office.]
j: hi. look, i know i don't have an appointment but it's really important that i talk with julianna.
receptionist: i'm sorry, mr. seinfeld, she's not it.
j: yeah, i know she's mad at me but i really have to speak with her.
receptionist: i told you, she's not here.
j: you don't understand.
receptionist: look, you have to leave.
j: wait a second, don't you-- (julianna walks up with her child) hi. hi. look, i don't know what you--
julianna: please!
j: --but, you see, let me just talk to you for a second, see, what i did is inadvertently sent an insurance--
julianna: i treated you, so please, just get out of the office!
j: can't you just listen to me?
julianna: (releasing her child) run billy! run to the office and close the door! (to the receptionist) call the police!
[julianna then runs down the hall.]
j: the police?
[raymond the masseuse walks up.]
raymond: hi george.
g: hello.
j: (to george) raymond?

[elaine, jerry and george are at the coffee shop.]
e: well, i mean it's only six months probation, it's a slap on the wrist.
j: yeah, i still don't see any dinner invitations forthcoming.
g: men have been popping into my sexual fantasies. all of a sudden, i'll be in the middle.
e: of what? oh.
g: and a guy will appear from out of nowhere. i say "get out of here! what do you want? you don't belong here!"
e: what do they do?
g: they talk back. they go, "hey george, how's it going?" i say, "get the hell out of here!"
[jerry spots kramer through the window.]
j: hey, it's the k-man. (he bangs on the glass to get kramer's attention) maybe it's time you got as different hobby.
[kramer enters and sits at the booth.]
k: i just came from roy's. i threw up from the gas. the three all put down their coffee cups simultaneously.
j: did he say anything?
k: no no, he's fine.
j: (noticing something across the coffee shop) oh my god, it's...
g: (looking over) joe dimaggio.
k: where?
j: having a cup of coffee.
e: he's dunking!
j: wow. look at him. the yankee clipper. here.
g: you see? now that is a handsome man. (elaine and jerry look right at george) oh please.
k: wait, wait. *bang* (he slams his hand down on the table) *bang* (again) *yip* (another high pitched yelping sound) *yip* see? i told you.

what causes homophobia? what is it that makes a heterosexual man worry? i
think it's because men know that deep down we have weak sales resistance. we're
constantly buying shoes that hurt us, pants that don't fit right. men think,
"obviously i can be talked into anything. what if i accidentally wander into
some sort of homosexual store, thinking it's a shoe store, and the salesman
goes, 'just hold this guy's hand, walk around the store a little bit, see how
you feel. no obligation, no pressure, just try it. would you like to see him
in a sandal?'"


seinfeld: the truth

welcome everyone to the room...ah, the extra button....yeah ... what kind of a sicko
would save these ...have them in a huge file, drawers that wide (small fingers openingimaginary drawers) where the hell is that ... i mean is it that hard to get round black buttons that they have to make it into such a great thing like this? ... is it such a great jacket ... the buttons are so unique, so one of a kind, you'll never find them - they save you the trouble of knocking your brain off - and we know they're going to fall off too that's the other thing ...

[monks]

patrice: everyone in my family's creative. and even though i'm working as an accountant now i'd really like to eventually live exclusively on my pappe-ay mache-ay hats
george: i don't understand. paper machay hats?
patrice: uh uh
george: what if it rains?
fd: they're art. you hang them on the wall.
george: oh, art!
patrice: it's my creative outlet. one of my passions.
george: any money in it?
patrice: who so belongs only to his age, references only popenjays and mumbo jumbos
george: of course, right.
patrice: thomas carlisle, 1864.
george: tommy c.

[jerry's apartment]

jerry: these are the receipts from 85 and i'm going to do 86.
kramer: i'm sorry. i thought it was a legitimate charity. i didn't know you'd get audited
jerry: i don't blame you. i blame myself.
kramer: no, blame me.
jerry: ok, i blame you.
kramer: don't blame me.
jerry: what was i supposed to do? you knew i was on my first date with elaine. you come barging in here asking me to contribute money for a volcano relief fund for krakatoa.
kramer: it was supposed to erupt.
jerry: i find the whole thing very embarrassing.
kramer: you know what my feelings are about this. i don't even pay taxes.
jerry: yeah, tha's easy when you have no income.
[elaine enters]
elaine: hi,
jerry: hi
elaine: kramer, do me a favour will ya'. if you insist o making pasta in my apartment please don't put the tomato sauce on the pasta while it's in the strainer. all the little squares have hardened red sauce in them.
[jerry smiles]
elaine: what's so funny
jerry: kramer dating your room mate. it's funny.
elaine: uh, it's a riot alice.
kramer: when do you pit the sauce on?
elaine: any other time.
kramer: i like to strain the sauce.
elaine: and ... i could really live without the tribal music ... and the make out sessions in the living room
kramer: yeah, tina likes the couch.
elaine: what are you doing? what is all this?
jerry: oh he's uh, helping me sort my receipts. i'm being audited.
elaine: o, your being auditted? what for?
jerry: oh, i contributed money to a charity that turned out to be fraudulent. it's very boring.
elaine: when was this?
jerry: uh, along long time ago, in a galaxy far far away.
elaine: i remember you donated to some volcano thing on our first date.
jerry: volcano? really?
elaine: oh, wait a minute. don't tell me that that was ...
jerry: something to drink?
elaine: what did you think, that would impress me?
jerry: you got it all wrong. i was thinking only of the poor krakatoans
elaine: like you this donation for 50 bucks and i'd start tearing my clothes off?
jerry: those brave krakatoans east of java. who sacrifice so much for so long.
elaine: now you're being audited because of it. you see that's karma.
jerry: no, that's krama.
elaine: so, waddya' going to do?
jerry: it's all taken care of.
elaine: how is that?
kramer: [chuckles]
jerry: an old friend of mine, whom you may have met, george costanza, has recently become intimate with a female accountant who was formally a highly placed official with an outfit known as the irs. and as we speak, at this very moment he is handing over to her all of my pertinent tax information. and she has assured us that the matter is well within her field of expertise.
elaine: why is she doing this?
jerry: i don't know. it must be love.

[monks]
george: i don't think we should see each other anymore. you're great but i'm i'm riddled with personal problems.
patrice: what did i do?
george: nothing it's not you. it's me. i have a fear of commitment. i don't know how to love.
patrice: you hate my earrings don't you?
george: no, no,
patrice: and you didn't comment on the chop sticks.
george: i love the chop sticks. i, i personally prefer a fork but they look very nice.
patrice: you're not telling me the truth. i must have done something.
george: i have a fear of intimacy
patrice: don't give me cliches. i have a right to know. what did i do wrong?
george: nothing. it's not you..
patrice: i want the truth.
george: the truth. you want the truth? it is your earrings it is the chopsticks but it's so much more. you're pretentious. you call everyone by their full name you call my doorman, sammy, "samuel" but you didn't even say "samuel" you went "sam - u- el" papie-eh mach-eh what is papie-ay mach-ay?
patrice: keep goin'.
george: i, i think i made my point. i'm sorry if i was a little harsh.
patrice: no, i asked for the truth. thank you for being so honest.
george: can i uh, can i walk you back to work?
patrice: i prefer to go alone. how much do i owe?
george: oh, please ... ... four dollars is f...

jerry's apartment

==================

jerry: ... if this audit had happened to me and i didn't have this woman to help

me i would have killed this man. i would have strangled the life out of him

with my bare hands

elaine: i don't blame ya'

jerry: have you ever been through an audit?

elaine: no.

jerry: it's hell. it's the financial equivalent of a complete rectal

examination. i would have killed this man. torn him limb from limb, ripped the

flesh right off his bones ...

[buzzer[

jerry: yeah

george: george

jerry: come up - ah, there he is, the man himself, george louis costanza. here i am about to go

to the electric chair and my oldest friend is dating the governor

george: my whole life has been a complete waste of time, [chuckle[

jerry: and there's so much more to go.

george: now i know what i am supposed to do. it's so simple.

tell the truth that's all. just tell the truth

jerry: so what happened? you gave her my tax papers? ... my papers?

george: oh, oh, your papers

jerry: what happened you didn't give her the papers?

george: no. i did.

jerry: so?

george: ...i broke up with her.

[kramer leaves[

jerry: you what?

george: i broke up with her.

jerry: i'm being audited! and you broke up with her?

george: it's ok. it's fine. she'll do it. i'm sure she'll still do it.

jerry: why will she still do it? she hates you now. people don't do you favors after you dump

them.

george: oh, no. we left on good terms.

jerry: how is that possible?

george: because i uh, i told her the truth.

jerry: oh, my god.

george: it's ok.

jerry: it's unheard of ...

george: she asked me to.

jerry: so you lie! what did you tell her?

george: i told her that she was pretentious.

jerry: pretentious!? the woman has my tax papers. you told her she was

pretentious? the irs. they're like the mafia. they can take anything they

want

elaine: how would you like it if someone told you the truth?

george: like what? what could they say?

elaine: there are plenty of things to say.

george: like what? i'm bald? what is it specifically? is, is there an odor i'm not aware of?

elaine: george, please.

george: give me one.

elaine: you sure?

george: yes.

elaine: what?

elaine: forget it. you are very careful with money.

george: i'm cheap? you think i'm cheap? how could you say that to me? i can't

believe this. how could you say that to me?

elaine: you asked me to.

george: you should have lied.

elaine: huh, so should you.

jerry: ok, wait a second, wait a second, what happened to my papers?

george:[ignoring jerry[ i mean i'm not really working right now.

elaine: i know.

george: when i was working i spent baby.

jerry: yeah, i know champagne, limos, cigars. what happened to the papers?

george: she put them in her pocketbook. i guess she took them with her.

elaine: pocketbook or a handbag?

jerry: is that relevant? she took them. call her office.

george: give me the phone. [dials[ yea, hi i would like to speak to patrice. ...

what? ... oh really? ... oh, ok, thank you, ... [hangs up[

jerry: what? what?

george: she never came back from lunch.

jerry: this is no good. this is no good. call her house.

george: [dials[ hi, are you ok? no, no,.. huh, [hangs up[ she hung up.

jerry: not good.

george: all right. there's nothing to be worried about. she's just a little

annoyed right now. tomorrow i'll personally go over there. i'll apologize.

i'll get the papers. don't worry. don't worry. [exits[

jerry: not good

[break[

jerry's apartment

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kramer: yeah, it's a windshield.

jerry: i can see that. what's it for?

kramer: i found it on the road.

jerry: yeah (to buzzer)

elaine: (from intercom) i just finished working out are you busy?

jerry: come on up.

kramer: can you believe somebody threw this out? you know i'm going to make a

coffee table out of this and surprise tina.

jerry: wouldn't it be invisible? i mean, what, are you going to just sense it's

in front of the couch?

kramer: wow

[elaine enters - she and kramer avoid each other's stares[

elaine: hell-oo

kramer: hell-oo

jerry: what's with you two?

elaine: you haven't told him?

jerry: tell me what?

elaine: huh, go ahead, tell him.

kramer: i, i saw her naked.

elaine: he saw me naked. kramer, ... saw me naked.

kramer: well, you know, ... it was an accident.

elaine: who walks into a woman's bedroom without knocking. i want to know!

kramer: i thought it was a closet.

jerry: completely naked?

kramer: completely naked.

elaine: jerrryyy, how can i go on?

kramer: all right. i'll tell you what. if it's going to make you feel any better you can see me naked.

[kramer begins disrobing[

elaine: no thanks!

kramer: no, i want you to see me naked.

elaine: no, no no.

kramer: no, i want to show you.

elaine: no! jerry! jerry!

jerry: ok, just a second lets not lose our heads here. kramer you know you are always welcome in my

home but as far as mr. johnson is concerned, that's another story.

[kramer sits down picks up windshield[

elaine: ehat is this?

kramer: well, it's a windshield. it's going to be your new coffee table.

elaine: ah, i'm going to kill myself on that thiing. you can't even see it.

jerry: you'll sense it.

[george enters slowly[

jerry: well, what happened? was she there?

george: no, no she wasn't.

jerry: you didn't get my papers?

george: no, i didn't.

jerry: well, where is she?

george: a mental institution.

stand up routine

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why is it so difficult, uncomfortable, to be naked. it's because when you have

clothes on you can always kinda make those little adjustments that people like

to do ... you feel like you're getting it together, yeah, yeah pretty good

[pulling at lapels, pockets etc.[ feeling good looking good but when you're

naked it's like it's so final you're, well that's it. [no movements[ there's

nothing else i can do. that's why i like to wear a belt when i'm naked. cause i

feel it gives me something, i know i'm naked, but you know, [tugging and

lifting belt[ i like to get pockets to hang off of the belt that would be,

wouldn't that be the ultimate? to be naked and still be able to do this [hand

in pocket[ i think that would really help a lot.

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jerry's apartment

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jerry: a mental institution?

kramer: you know what they do in there? did you see coocoo's nest? they put those electrodes in

your head.

george: it's not really a mental institution. it's more like a depression

clinic. she went out to woodhaven and checked herself in. i'm, i'm sick over

this.

elaine: who told you this:

george: her roommate. i've driven women to lesbianism before but never to a mental institution.

kramer: my friend bob sacamano had shock treatments. but his synapses were so large, it had no effect.

jerry: you know i hate to raise a crass financial concern but was there any

information as to the where abouts of my papers!

george: she put them in her pocket book. she probably took them out there with her.

jerry: so what now?

george: i don't know.

jerry: can we go out there?

george: where?

jerry: woodhaven.

george: we could.

woodhaven

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george: i'm very nervous about this. i've never spoken to a mental patient before.

jerry: my cousin douglas was in a place like this one time . he came over to

my house for dinner. there was no soda and he went bezerk. he was screamin'

"where's the pepsi, where's the pepsi?"

george: i should be in a place like this i envy this woman. ya' get to wear

slippers all day. friends visit. they pity you. pity is very underrated. i

like it it's good. plus they give you those word association

tests. i love those.

jerry: that'd be great. there's no wrong answer.

george: potato

jerry: tuberculosis

george: blanket

jerry: leroy

george: grass

jerry: tuberculosis

george: oh, boy. here she comes.

elaine's apartment

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[african music is playing as elaine enters, dirty pots and dishes are piled high in the kitchen[

elaine: oh, my god.

[kramer enters dancing with only a towel on.[

elaine: kramer!

kramer: hey.

elaine: will you please put something on.

kramer: uh, you want some leftovers? i made some african food. there's, yambalas and uh, sambusa.

tina: kramer, are you coming back to bed?

kramer: yeah, yeah, i'll be right there baby.

tina: oh, hi elaine. [returns elaine's ear rings[ what did you think of the coffee table?

elaine: it's invisible.

kramer: so, is everything cool? or what?

tina: yeah, you seem little bit dysfunctional.

elaine: well,

tina: come on elaine. just tell us the truth.

elaine: the truth!, you want the truth?

woodhaven

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patrice: who are you?

george: oh, this is my friend jerry.

patrice: why are you talking like that? and what do you want?

jerry: want, want? what could i possibly want? uh, i just came because i, i heard so many nice things

about you from george.

patrice: george thinks i'm pretentious.

george: pretentious? who isn't pretentious? ha, ha, if everyone who was

pretentious was in a mental institution, ... uh, obviously this isn't a mental

institution.

patrice: you're just trying to take it all back because you're feeling guilty i'm in here.

george: no, that's not it at all.

patrice: don't lie george.

george:i'm not a lier!

george: uh, we're cool. everything's cool (to security attendent)

jerry: just chatting. friendly.

george: all righty, no reason for us to uh, raise our voices.

patrice: i know what you said. you can't change that.

george: what i said? i saw stupid things all the time i can't go two minutes without saying stupid things.

jerry: it's one stupid thing after another. so let me ask you, when you come to one of these places,

what do you bring your pocketbook?

george: you should be the one criticizing me. i, i'm lucky to even know someone like you.

patrice: you mean that?

george: of course i mean that. i am incapable of guile.

jerry: he's never guiled. you know some women keep a lot of important papers in their, uh, pocket book.

like for example oh, someone else's personal financial papers.

patrice: papers? oh, jerry, you're the jerome with the tax problem. you know after that day with george i

got so cuckoo i threw out all your papers. so i'd love to help you but i'll need the copies.

jerry: there are no copies.

patrice: so are you saying you want to continue seeing me?

jerry: who makes copies?

elaine's apartment

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elaine: the truth is ... i think you make ... a very nice couple.

[elaine exits[

kramer: oh,

tina: kramer,

[dancing in the dark to the music[

tina: here kramer?

kramer: no, lets go to the couch...

[sound of smashing glass[

jerry's apartment

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jerry: [on phone[yes, i'm trying to get a copy of a receipt for a computer thati bought there....

it was 1987 ... i remember i talked to a guy - he had like a maroon sport jacket - and he might

have had a toupee - oh, it was a weave - ok uh, then i'll come bye ok, bye.

jerry: anybody want to take a walk down to 48th street? i think i may have tracked down another receipt.

elaine: i can't. i have to go visit tina in the hospital.

j: george?
g: i'm going to a poetry reading with patrice: first time poets, in a burnt out building, down by the docks, supposed to be good.
[kramer enter - all bandaged up.]
k: hey, are you going to the hospital now?
e: yeah, i suppose i am.
k: all right, great, great uh, we'll share a cab.
j: you're going by 48th st. you can give me a ride.
g: hey, i'm getting in on that.
e: you know you're chippin' in.
g: you're going that way anyway!

i was audited last year. at first i thought well, irs kinda sounds like toys r us maybe won't be so bad. maybe they have a sense of fun about it, you know. but it's it's bad. it's an ordeal. and they don't do anything to keep your spirits up through the ordeal. i think they should take all your receipts and put them in one of those big lucite sweepstake and just kinda crank it around there. you know give me a feeling like you might win something. you know what i mean? then they can pull them out one by one and go "oh, i'm sorry that's another illegal deduction. but we do have some lovely parting gifts for you. jail!"