George becomes obsessed with proving his girlfriend's implants are fake — while Jerry's girlfriend is caught double-dipping at a funeral.
Jerry's stand-upThe cosmetic surgery procedures that are available to people today - liposuction, are you familiar with this? This is a fat-sucking machine. Now you know, somewhere, somebody is working on a way that this thing could go into a restaurant. And you could just order it off the menu. 'I tell you what, give me the cheesecake, crank me up to nine, and put a scoop of ice cream on the side.'
SIDRAOh, hi Jerry.
JERRYHi, Sidra. I usually last about ten minutes on a Stairmaster. Unless of course there's someone stretching in front of me in a leotard, then I can go an hour.
SIDRA (amused): Really.
JERRYOh, yeah. That's why they call it a Stairmaster. You get up there and you stare.
SIDRA (stepping off): Well, I'm done. I think I'm gonna go take a sauna.
JERRYAlright, I'll see you Thursday night, right?
SIDRAThursday night.
JERRYAlright.
Elaine walks over to Jerry.
ELAINEGood workout?
JERRY (mimics smoking an "after sex cigarette"): Tremendous workout.
ELAINEThat's a pretty girl.
JERRYTremendous girl.
ELAINEShe's the one you went out with last night?
JERRYYeah. I really like her.
ELAINEYou know, uh...they're fake.
JERRYWhat? Don't say that!
ELAINENah! They're fake!
JERRYHow do you know?
ELAINEI can tell. You know how you're always bragging how you can spot a lesbian?
JERRYI'm not bragging, I happen to have a very keen lesbian eye. <A woman walks by Jerry and Elaine.> Hi, how ya doin.' <Jerry jerks a thumb at the woman to confirm his talent. Elaine is skeptical.>
ELAINEOh, right. C'mon, don't you think they seem a bit too perfect?
JERRYYes, they do!
ELAINEI never knew you were so into breasts. I thought you were a leg man.
JERRYA leg man? Why would I be a leg man? I don't need legs. I have legs. Have you ever seen her naked in the locker room?
ELAINENo.
JERRYOh, well, then I can't accept your testimony. Maybe if you had seen her naked.
ELAINEI don't want to see her naked.
JERRYWell, I do.
ELAINEWell, that's your problem.
JERRYLook, you made the allegation. The least you could do is follow up.
ELAINEJerry, what am I gonna do? I'm gonna go in there and spy on her in the sauna?
JERRYYes! Go in there! Do a little investigative journalism. I need to know!
ELAINEBut a few more dates and you can find out for yourself!
JERRYDon't be so sure. Look at George - he's on his ninth date with Betsy, he still hasn't gotten anywhere with her.
ELAINEWhat's his problem?
JERRYWell, every time he tries to make a move, something screws up. Like on their last date, they were on the couch, but she was sitting on his wrong side.
ELAINEWrong side?
JERRYYeah, she was on his right side. He can't make a move with his left hand. Can't go left.
ELAINEHe can't go left.
JERRYNo! I'm lefty, can't go right. What about women? Do they go left or right?
ELAINENah, we just play defense.
GEORGECan I ask you a question? Would you mind switching seats?
BETSYOh, actually, I really prefer to sit here. I don't hear very well out of this ear <points to her right ear> so, I always try to sit to the right of people.
GEORGEI'll shout.
BETSYWell, I really think I feel more comfortable here.
GEORGEC'mon, c'mon...<stands up and physically rolls Betsy to the left side of the couch.> See, now, is that so bad?
BETSYWhat? <The phone rings.>
GEORGE (attempting to make a move): No, no, the machine'll get it...
BETSYNo, no, it's not on...
GEORGEThey'll call back.
BETSYBut George, what if it's an emergency?
GEORGEIn the whole world right now, there's maybe three emergencies. Why would you think, on this entire planet, that you're one of those three?
BETSYGeorge, please. <Gets up and answers the phone.> Hello? What? <shocked> Oh my god!
GEORGEAlright, maybe four.
ELAINE's brainBoy, I'm really sweatin.' Good sweat, beads of sweat...sweatin' bullets. <Notices Sidra.> Look at her. I don't need to see her naked to know those aren't real. Why does she need to tie the towel around her? She's got a rack on her chest. <Sidra takes her towel off and lies down.> Oh god! Sidra's takin' the towel off! <Looks at Sidra's chest.> Whoa, doctor! That's it, I knew it! I knew it, they're definitely fake.
Cut back to George and Betsy at her apartment. Betsy's still on the phone.
BETSYSo, when's the funeral? Well, Aunt Clarice was so ill, I guess it was really a blessing. <George, on the couch behind Betsy, is impatiently waiting for her to get off the phone so he can continue putting the moves on her. He shrugs, and crosses himself.> Yeah, I'll fly home as soon as I can. <George waves goodbye, and mimics a plane flying through the air with his hand.> O.k. You, too. Get some sleep. <Betsy looks at George, and he manufactures a completely phony look of sorrow.>
JERRYYou're sure?
ELAINEPositive! This chick's playin' with confederate money.
JERRYWell then, that's it. That's the end of that.
ELAINEWhat? Just 'cause of that?
JERRYJust 'cause of that? It's like finding out Mickey Mantle corked his bat!
ELAINEOh, come on! You've dated women with nosejobs, what's the difference?
JERRYYou don't touch the nose! You don't aspire to reach the nose. You don't unhook anything to get to a nose, and no man has ever tried to look up a woman's nostril.
ELAINEYou've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?
JERRYWell, I take it very seriously.
ELAINEYou know, sometimes when I think you're the shallowest man I've ever met, you somehow manage to drain a little more out of the pool.
<Kramer enters.>
KRAMERHey.
JERRYHey. You know, I do kinda wonder what fake breast feel like.
KRAMERWell, I know what they feel like.
JERRYYou? How do you know?
KRAMERWell, I lived in Los Angeles for three months.
ELAINE (laughs): I thought you hated Los Angeles.
KRAMERI do! I just miss the warm weather, y'know? Jeez. Oh man, I wish I could get away.
JERRYReal busy now down at the office?
KRAMERNo. Huh? You know who I saw at the health club? Salman Rushdie.
ELAINE (laughing): Yeah right, Salman Rushdie. Yeah well, I can see that - you got five millions Moslems after you, you wanna stay in pretty good shape.
GEORGEI know what the problem is - I like her too much. That's why I can't make a move.
JERRYYou put her on a pedestal.
KRAMERI put them on a dental chair.
JERRYHe puts 'em on a dental chair.
GEORGEI'm not her boyfriend. I want to be her boyfriend.
KRAMERWhoo. It's like a sauna in here.
GEORGEThat's funny. You're a funny guy.
JERRYYeah, funny. Yeah, I never heard that before. <To George> So, you goin' to the funeral?
GEORGEWhy, you think I should?
JERRYWhat, are you kidding? It's a golden opportunity to advance the relationship. She's crying, you put your arm around her and console her...you're the consolation guy!
GEORGEI'm the consolation guy...?
KRAMERConsolation Guy is big.
JERRYHer aunt dying is the best thing that ever happened to you.
KRAMERIt's like ten dates in one shot.
JERRYThis confers upon you instant boyfriend status. The family's there...you're taking care of things...you're gettin' the sandwiches...you're the rock!
GEORGEIt's in Detroit though, it's an expensive flight.
KRAMERWhy don't you get a "death in the family" fare?
GEORGEWhat?
KRAMERYou go to the airlines, you tell them you got a death in the family? They give you 50% off the fare.
GEORGEReally?
KRAMERIn fact, listen...I'll go down there with ya. You know, we'll tell them there's a death in my family, you buy the ticket, I'll split it...then I'll get the bonus miles and you'll get to Detroit for a quarter of the price!
<George considers.>
ELAINE's brainBoy, I'm gettin' a good sweat here. Great sweat, good beads. Nice beads.
<Sidra enters the sauna with a friend.>
ELAINE's brainAh, look who's here. "Silicon Valley."
SIDRA (to her friend): So anyway, we go out on one date, he asks me out for a second, then out of nowhere he cancels the date and says he doesn't want to see me again.
ELAINEUh...sorry, I couldn't help overhearing.
SIDRAOh, that's o.k.
ELAINEDid he give you a reason?
SIDRAYeah. He's going back to his old girlfriend.
ELAINEReally?
SIDRAHe said she's mentally ill. He's one of those guys who is obsessed with neatness and order? Everything has gotta be just so. He would have made a great Nazi.
ELAINEHey, does he ever talk about Superman?
SIDRAYes! How did you know?
ELAINEOh, I know the type.
SIDRASo you can relate?
ELAINEOh, yeah.
SIDRA (sits across from Elaine and takes her towel off): You know, I've seen you around the club. My name's Sidra. This is Marcy.
ELAINEOh, hi. I'm Elaine. <Gets up to shake Sidra's hand, but stumbles and falls "right into them.">
Commercial break.
ELAINESo anyway, I stood up to shake her hand, then suddenly I lost my balance and I fell right into her.
JERRYYou fell on her?
ELAINEI touched 'em.
JERRYYou what?
ELAINEI...touched...'em.
JERRYYou touched 'em?!
ELAINEI needed them to help me break my fall! If it hadn't been for them, I could have really injured myself!
JERRYWow.
ELAINEAnyway...they're real.
JERRYExcuse me?!
ELAINEI think they might be real.
JERRYOh, what do you know, you have no breast touching experience.
ELAINEI've touched mine!
JERRYSo have I.
ELAINEOh, right...I forgot. <smiles>
JERRYAnyway, touching two breasts doesn't make you an expert.
ELAINEAlright, well anyway, I think they're real. And if they are, I must say they are...spectacular.
JERRYAw, what are you doin' to me? <puts his head down on the counter.>
GEORGE (to clerk): You see, my friend here, his aunt passed away last night.
CLERK (to Kramer): Oh, I'm very sorry.
KRAMERI saw her last week, she looked healthy and peaceful, but...she knew...
CLERKYou poor thing!
KRAMER <breaking into tears>: I...I...
GEORGEYou don't think you can buy the ticket yourself...? No, there, there...you sit, and I'll purchase the ticket for you.
CLERKYou're a good friend.
GEORGEI understand you offer a 50%-off 'bereavement' fare...?
CLERKYes, all you have to do is pay the full fare now, then return to any one of our counters with a copy of the death certificate, and we'll refund half your fare.
GEORGEThe death certificate?
CLERKYes, yes, we do need documentation or you know, people could take advantage.
GEORGEWhat kind of a sick person would do a thing like that?
CLERKI know! But it happens.
GEORGEYou want my friend to ask his uncle, a man who just lost his wife of 44 years, for a death certificate so that he can save a few bucks on a flight?
CLERKThat would be $387 round-trip.
KRAMER (in a perfectly normal tone of voice): Alright, so you'll need my frequent flyer number, huh?
CLERKYes.
Cut back to Jerry and Elaine in Jerry's apartment.
JERRYI don't know, one minute you say they're fake, the next minute you think they're real...I don't know what to believe!
ELAINEHey, of the two of us, I'm the only one who's touched 'em.
JERRYBut you were just grabbing on to them to save your life. If you were drowning and I threw you a life preserver, you think you could tell me if it was an inflatable?
ELAINEI wouldn't have said anything if I knew you were going to stop seeing her!
JERRYWell, I don't mind someone with a phony personality, but I gotta draw the line somewhere.
<Kramer enters.>
KRAMERHey!
JERRYHey. George off to Detroit?
KRAMERYep! And, in two days, I'm off to Puerto Rico.
ELAINEHey Kramer, by the way, I saw that guy at the health club...that is not Salman Rushdie.
KRAMERPffft - wrong.
JERRYThere's Sidra.
KRAMERThere's Salman.
JERRYWhere?
KRAMERTalkin' to that woman.
JERRYTalkin' to Sidra?
KRAMERIf that's Sidra, she's talkin' to Salman.
JERRYI don't think that's Salman.
KRAMERWell, I don't think they're real.
JERRYIf that's Rushdie, they're real.
KRAMERIf they're real, that's Rushdie.
JERRYWell, I gotta know - I'm talkin' to Sidra.
KRAMERI gotta know, I'm talkin' to Salman.
KRAMERIt's like a sauna in here, huh? I feel like I'm...back at the desert.
"SALMAN": You've lived in the desert?
KRAMEROh, yeah. Yeah, I've uh...I've spent a little time in the Mideast. You ever been to the Mideast?
"SALMAN": Yes, I've been there.
KRAMERMy name's Kramer.
"SALMAN" (shakes Kramer's hand): Sal Bass. Pleased to meet you, Kramer.
KRAMERSo, uh...what kind of work do you do?
"SALMAN": I'm a writer.
BETSY (to Aunt May): Have you met my boyfriend George?
AUNT MAYNo! <shakes George's hand.>
BETSYGeorge, this is Aunt May, and Father Jessup. Oh, and that's my brother, Timmy. <Timmy smiles thinly.> This is my boyfriend, George.
AUNT MAYOh George, how nice of you to come all this way.
GEORGEWell, I'm the boyfriend. Otherwise, what's the point of being the boyfriend? This is where you have to be when you're the boyfriend.
AUNT MAYBetsy, dear, have you had anything to eat?
BETSYI'm not very hungry.
AUNT MAYThey have some very nice snacks.
FATHER JESSUPI'm about to get myself a snack.
<Betsy starts to go for a snack.>
GEORGEOh, no, no, no...you sit right here...I will get you a nice snack.
<George goes into the other room and meets Father Jessup.>
FATHER JESSUPThis is my third wake this month. It never gets any easier.
GEORGE (loading up his plate with sandwiches): Well, losing a loved is, uh...I mean, forget about it. <Starts wolfing down the sandwiches.>
FATHER JESSUPYou seem to be of great comfort to Betsy, we're very appreciative.
GEORGEOh - comfort, schmomfort. Listen, Father, can I ask you a question? In a terrible time like this...who would I get the death certificate from?
KRAMERC'mon Jerry!
JERRYOh, how can you be so sure?
KRAMERJerry, are you blind? He's a writer. He said his name was Sal Bass. Bass, Jerry! Instead of salmon, he went with bass! He just substituted one fish for another!
JERRYLook, you idiot, first of all, it's Salman, not salmon!
KRAMERJerry, Jerry, you're missing the big picture!
JERRYAlright, maybe it is, but listen, I gotta get ready - Sidra's coming over in a few minutes, so if you don't mind...
KRAMERWhat, did you ask her?
JERRYI'm gonna find out tonight.
KRAMER (nods): Oh, yes indeed...
Cut back to George at the wake in Detroit.
DR. ALLENWOODWhy do you need a death certificate?
GEORGEWell, Dr, Allenwood, uh...I was hoping to compile an - admittedly, rudimentary - scrapbook of her life. Something that Betsy could have, and hold onto.
DR. ALLENWOODWell, I suppose I could make a copy of it.
GEORGEOh, that would be wonderful.
DR. ALLENWOODIt was very nice meeting you, George.
GEORGELikewise.
<George walks over to the snack table as Timmy watches him from across the room. He takes a chip from the bowl, dips it, takes a bite, and then dips again. Timmy hurriedly comes over.>
TIMMYWhat are you doing?
GEORGEWhat?
TIMMYDid...did you just double-dip that chip?
GEORGEExcuse me?
TIMMYYou double-dipped the chip!
GEORGE"Double-dipped"? What are you talking about?
TIMMYYou dipped the chip. You took a bite. <points at the dip> And you dipped again.
GEORGESo...?
TIMMYThat's like putting your whole mouth right in the dip! From now on, when you take a chip - just take one dip and end it!
GEORGEWell, I'm sorry, Timmy...but I don't dip that way. <takes a chip.>
TIMMYOh, you don't, huh?
GEORGENo. <dips the chip> You dip the way you want to dip...<bites the chip> I'll dip the way I want to dip. <dips the chip again.>
TIMMYGimme the chip! <Grabs George and the chip goes flying.> Gimme the chip! <They struggle in front of the snack table.>
SIDRAI don't know what I'm doing here, I must be crazy. <Moves to the couch and sits on the left side. Jerry tries to run over and beat her to it, but doesn't make it. He sits down on the right side.>
JERRYHey, would you mind switching seats?
SIDRAWhy?
JERRYOh, I don't know...I just like sitting to the left of people, makes me feel like I'm driving.
SIDRAO.K....<they switch places.>
JERRYHow ya doin'?
SIDRAGood. How you doin'?
JERRYGood, feel good...you know that Jayne Mansfield had some big breasts. Really big, huge...just coming out the top of her dress, they were like, chokin' her.
SIDRAI hear that's how she died.
JERRYHave you noticed that women today are, you know, they seem...bigger.
SIDRAWell, a lot of women are having them done.
JERRYReally?
SIDRAYeah.
JERRYHow do you like that.
SIDRAA lot of people ask me if I've had mine done.
JERRYAw, you know people.
SIDRAIt gets a little tiring, it's really none of their business.
JERRYOh, the nerve. You know, some people have asked me if you've uh, done that.
SIDRAWhat do you tell them?
JERRYWhatever you want me to tell them.
SIDRAWell, I think you'll find out soon enough. <They prepare to kiss. There's a loud bang on the door.> Aren't you going to get that?
JERRYNo.
SIDRAWhat if it's an emergency?
JERRYOh, there's no emergency...
KRAMER (in hallway): Jerry! C'mon, it's an emergency!
JERRYExcuse me. <Gets up and answers the door.> Alright, what is it? You're interrupting!
KRAMERWell, you know, I'm packing for Puerto Rico, I need to borrow your bathing suit.
JERRYThis is an emergency? You need a bathing suit?
KRAMERWell, I like yours.
JERRYI don't know, my bathing suit? That's a little familiar, I don't want your...your boys down there.
KRAMERC'mon, what's wrong with my boys?
JERRYYour boys should stay in their neighborhood.
KRAMERAlright, c'mon!
JERRYAlright. It's in the top drawer. Hurry up. <Kramer goes to get the suit. Elaine enters.>
ELAINEHi, Jer.
JERRYOh, hi, Elaine.
ELAINEOh...hi, Sidra -
SIDRAHi...Elaine? <Kramer comes back into the living room.>
JERRY (to Elaine): What are you doing here?
ELAINEI'm looking for Kramer.
KRAMERYeah, she was just showing me pictures of places I can visit when I go to Puerto Rico...you know, when you two went down there?
JERRYOh. yeah. Alright. <pushes Kramer and Elaine out the door, then sits next to Sidra on the couch.> So, where were we?
SIDRAI was just leaving.
JERRYRight, you were leaving.
SIDRAI can't believe you sent a woman into the sauna to do that.
JERRYThat was an accident!
SIDRAI think you're both mentally ill. <leaves, then opens the door again.> And by the way...they're real, and they're spectacular. <Sidra leaves.>
Commercial break.
Cut back to an exterior shot of the funeral home in Detroit. We hear the commotion of George and Timmy fighting.
BETSYStop it, George! Get out! Get out! I never want to see you again!
DR. ALLENWOODGo back to New York! Get out!
CLERK 2: Alright sir, now all I need is a death certificate and you'll be on your way.
GEORGEWell, you see, what happened was...the doctor - the very same doctor that was attending to my late aunt - suffered an untimely stroke, and lost the use of his right hand, so...obviously I was unable to get the death certificate. However, I do have this. <Reaches inside his coat and takes out a Polaroid photo.>
CLERK 2: What's this?
GEORGEThat's a picture of me next to the coffin.
<We see a photo of George standing next to a coffin.>
CLERK 2: Nice try.
GEORGENot even close, huh?
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