Written by: Larry David
Directed by: Tom Cherones
Broadcasted: May 16, 1991 for the first time.
Stars: Jerry Seinfeld, Michael Richards,
Jason Alexander, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, and Christine Dunford (as
Leslie).
[Setting: Night club]
JERRY: Men flip around the television more than women, I think.
Men get that remote control in their hands, they don't even know
what the hell they're watching.
You know, we just keep going, "Rerun, don't wanna watch it..
" "What are you watching?" "I don't care, I
gotta keep going." "Who was that?" "I don't
know what it
was - doesn't matter, it's not your fault. It doesn't matter, I
gotta keep going." Women don't do this. See now, women will
stop and go, "Well, let me see what the
show is before I change the channel." You see? Men just fly.
Because women, you see, women nest and men hunt. That's why we watch
TV differently. Before
there was flipping around, before there was television, kings and
emperors and pharaohs and such had story-tellers that would tell
them stories 'cause that was their
entertainment. I always wonder, in that era, if they would get,
like, thirty story-tellers together so they could still flip around.
Just go, "Alright start telling me a story,
what's happening? I don't want to hear anymore. Shut up. Go to
the next guy. What are you talking about? Is there a girl in that
story? ..No? Shut up. Go to the next
guy. What do you got? I don't want to hear that either. Shut up.
No, go ahead, what are you talking about?.. I don't want to hear
that. No, the all of you, get out of
here. I'm going to bed."
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Coffee shop]
GEORGE: (Shocked) She's pregnant? Leslie is pregnant?! Oh, see,
there is no justice.
JERRY: She's the performance artist, right?
GEORGE: (Sarcastic) Yeah, performance artist. She's a real performer.
A real trooper.
JERRY: What's her husband's name, again? Chip? Kip? Skip?
ELAINE: Todd.
JERRY: Todd. Oh yeah. (To George) He's a Kennedy.
ELAINE: No, he's not.
JERRY: C'mon. He's a third cousin, or something.
ELAINE: By marriage.
JERRY: Oh, by marriage. (To George) We went to their wedding. You
should have heard him talking about Chappaquiddick - trying to blame
the whole thing on
bad directions.
GEORGE: That woman was unequivocally the worst date of my life.
ELAINE: Oh, pardon me for trying to set you up with a beautiful,
intelligent woman.
GEORGE: What, you don't think I can attract beautiful, intelligent
women?
JERRY: Thin ice, George. Thin ice..
GEORGE: (Sarcastic) Maybe for her new performance piece she'll
give birth on stage.
ELAINE: She stopped performing.
GEORGE: (Again, sarcastic) Oh, what a huge blow to the culture.
JERRY: (Gesturing to George) You believe this guy? He holds a grudge
like Khomeini.
GEORGE: She dragged me down to that warehouse on the waterfront
in Brooklin to see one of her "performances".
JERRY: Oh, and she cooks dinner onstage for some celebrity?
GEORGE: God! She's cooking dinner for God! She's yelling and screaming,
and the next thing I know, she throws a big can of chocolate syrup
all over my new red
shirt.
ELAINE: It was an accident!
GEORGE: Oh, yeah, sure, accident, right. She was aiming right at
me like she was putting out a fire! Then, for the rest of the show,
I'm sitting there with chocolate all
over my shirt. Flies are landing on me. I'm boiling - I'm fantasizing
all the things I'm gonna say when I see her. And later, finally,
backstage when I talk to her, I'm a
groveling worm. "What kind of chocolate was that? Do you throw
any other foods?"
JERRY: (To Elaine) he thought he still had a shot.
GEORGE: And then, then, then she leaves with somebody else! Never
even, never even said goodbye! Never called me back.. Never apologized.
Nothing. Like I
was dirt.
JERRY: What ever happened with the shirt?
GEORGE: I still have it. The collar's okay. I wear it under sweaters.
ELAINE: I don't know what I'm gonna do. She asked me to give her
a baby shower.
JERRY: Asked you? You're not going to do that are you?
ELAINE: anyone else, never. But, Leslie - I have a problem saying
no to. For some reason, I seem to want her approval.
GEORGE: Let Maria Shriver give her a baby shower.
JERRY: Ask not what I can do for you - ask what you can do for
me.
GEORGE: (Germanic) Ich bin ein sucker.
ELAINE: Oh, would you two stop with the Kennedys? Why does everybody
make such a big deal about he Kennedys? What is this fascination?!
Who cares?! It's
all so boring..
GEORGE: She doesn't deserve a baby shower. She deserves a baby
monsoon. She deserves Rosemary's baby!
ELAINE: (To Jerry) I do have one teeny little problem, though.
GEORGE: Never said goodbye. Never apologized. Nothing.
ELAINE: See, I was gonna give the shower in my apartment..
JERRY: But?
ELAINE: My roommate has Lyme disease.
JERRY: Lyme disease? I thought she had Epstein-Barr Syndrome?
ELAINE: She has this in addition to Epstein-Barr. It's like Epstein-Barr
with a twist of Lyme disease.
JERRY: How did she get Lyme disease?
ELAINE: I don't know. She did some outdoor version of Hair in Danbury,
Connecticut.
JERRY: They still do that play?
ELAINE: It's a classic.
JERRY: With all the nudity?
ELAINE: I guess. She must've rolled over on a tick during the love-in.
GEORGE: (Still mad a Leslie) Never said goodbye. Goodbye!
JERRY: Explain to me how this baby shower thing works.
ELAINE: What do you wanna know?
JERRY: Well, I mean, does it ever erupt into a drunken orgy of
violence?
ELAINE: Rarely.
JERRY: There's no hazing of the fetus, or anything, is there?
ELAINE: No.
JERRY: When is this suppose to be?
ELAINE: Saturday.
JERRY: Saturday?.. Well, I have a show in Buffalo on Saturday.
They're not gonna bust up my apartment, or anything, are they?
ELAINE: I'll take full responsibility. You won't regret it.
JERRY: 'Cause I've seen these pregnant women - and they sometimes
misjudge their fetal girth. Just like one wrong turn, and boom!
And entire buffet is swept off
the table.
GEORGE: Someday, before I die, mark my words - I'm gonna tell that
woman exactly what I think of her. I'll never be able to forgive
myself until I do.
JERRY: And if you do?
GEORGE: I still won't be able to forgive myself - but at least
it won't be about this.
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Jerry's apartment]
(Jerry's TV's not giving a clear picture. He messes with the dials
as Kramer looks over his shoulder)
KRAMER: What are you doing this for? Look at you..
JERRY: Quiet. I'm trying to get a picture.
KRAMER: But you don't have to do this! This guy is waiting in my
house.
JERRY: (Pleading) Leave me alone.
KRAMER: It's a one-time fee. A hundred and fifty bucks. Why live
like this?!
JERRY: I'm not getting illegal cable!
KRAMER: Oh, so what are you gonna do? You gonna wait for the cable
companies to resolve their dispute? They're gonna be in court for
years.
JERRY: No, I read in the paper..
KRAMER: (Sarcastic) Oh, oh, the paper..
JERRY: Well, they might hook us up again.
KRAMER: Oh, God, you're so naive! All the cable companies care
about is the "Big Mammoo." (Jerry wacks the TV) Oh, look
at you! You're banging things..
Pathetic. Just wasting your life. I'm offering you fifty-six channels
- movies, sports, nudity. And it's free! For life!
JERRY: Stop shouting! You're ruining the reception.
KRAMER: Can you hear yourself? Can, can, do you know what you're
saying?!
JERRY: What you're suggesting is illegal.
KRAMER: It's not illegal.
JERRY: It's against the law.
KRAMER: Well, yeah.
JERRY: (Gesturing to the rabbit ears) Just, just, hold this. Can
you hold that?
KRAMER: (Holding the rabbit ears) Look, will you at least let me
bring the guy over? He's an amazing man. He's a Russian immigrant.
He escaped the Gulag. He's
like the Sakharov of cable guys.. He'll slow down your gas meter.
He sells slugs, Jerry. Slugs for the subway.
JERRY: A real human rights nut, huh?
KRAMER: Yeah. He's intense, man.
JERRY: I don't know. What if I get caught?
KRAMER: Oh, you're not gonna get caught. Look, let me get him.
Man, it's the nineties, it's Hammer time! Come on, just let me get
him.
(Kramer drops the rabbit ears, and goes to his apartment. He then
returns with a Russian cable guy - Anatoly Tabachnick, and his assistant.
Tabachnick mumbles,
shakes, laughs, then wanders around the apartment. Jerry looks
confused)
JERRY: You know, why don't we wait? Because, I'm going out of town
tomarrow.
TABACHNICK: Tomarrow okay.
KRAMER: No problem. Yeah, you'll have the whole thing installed
by the time you get back.
JERRY: (Mutters to himself) Every time I turn on the TV, sirens
are gonna go off. They're gonna track me down like a dog, I know
it..
KRAMER: No, no, now look now, Jerry, Jerry, it's no risk. I swear.
The Mets have seventy-five games on cable this year..
JERRY: (Pauses, thinking about what Kramer just said) Put it in.
KRAMER: You won't regret it. (Jerry mutters some more, Kramer rubs
his hands together in anticipation, then starts dancing around with
a reluctant Jerry) Jerry's
gonna be a cable boy, a cable boy, a cable boy..
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Jerry's apartment]
(Jerry enters carrying luggage. A group of nem in suits are waiting
for him)
MAN: Mr. Steinfeld?
JERRY: Seinfeld.
MAN: We're with the FBI. You wanna tell us about your cable hook-up?
JERRY: My cable hook-up? What about it?
MAN: It's been illegally installed, Mr. Steinfeld.
JERRY: It has? I've been out of town. How did you know?
(An agent leads Kramer out of the bedroom into the living room)
KRAMER: Jerry, I had to tell them. I had to. I had no choice. They
were onto the scam from the very beginning.
MAN: You're in serious trouble, Mr. Steinfeld.
JERRY: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, hold on! We're just patsies.
We're just a couple of users.. We never sold the stuff. What about
the Russian guy? The Russian
guy is the guy you want.
(Tabachnick steps out of the bedroom. He's dressed like the other
FBI men, and speaks without an accent now)
TABACHNICK: Mr. Seinfeld, Agent Stone. FBI. Undercover.
(Jerry looks around for an excape, then makes a mad dash for the
door)
KRAMER: No! Jerry! (The FBI agents open fire. Jerry's gunned down
by a hailstorm of bullets. Kramer leans next to a fallen Jerry,
cupping Jerry's head in his
hands) Cable boy, cable boy.. What have you done to my little cable
boy?..
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Airplane]
(Jerry shudders when looking back on his dream. A stewardess approaches)
JERRY: Excuse me. Can I get something to drink?
STEWARDESS: I'm afraid not.
JERRY: What's with this airline? What are you, cutting out the
drinks now?
STEWARDESS: No sir. We're flying into a blizzard. Please fasten
your seat belt. We're making an emergency landing.
JERRY: (Sarcastic) Are they gonna go over the instructions again?
(The passenger, Bill, next to him offers his hand)
BILL: My name is Bill. I might be the last person you ever see.
(Scene ends)
[Setting: Night club]
JERRY: I'm not afraid of flying, although many people do have fear
of flying and, I have no arguement with that. I think fear of flying
is quite rational because, human
beings cannot fly. Humans have fear of flying same way fish have
fear of driving. Put a fish behind the wheel, and they go, "This
isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. I
don't belong here."
(Scene ends)
[Setting: George's car]
(George is driving while wearing an unzipped coat, and a sweater
with a bright red collar under it. Jerry's riding shotgun)
GEORGE: Sounds like a rough trip.
JERRY: Oh, fire engines, ambulances all along the runway. And then,
when we landed safely, they all seemed so disappointed.
GEORGE: So, the college cancelled the gig?
JERRY: Well, there was so much snow. The roads were closed. I really
appreciate it - you picking me up. Thanks again.
GEORGE: (Modestly) Forget it.
JERRY: No, really.. an airport run.
GEORGE: It's nothing.
JERRY: Hey, it's one thing if I asked you "Could you do me
a favor?" ..But to suggest it?.. GEORGE: (Obviously up to something.
Jerry doesn't suspect anything -
yet) Whey you told me what you went through on the plane, it makes
you stop and think. You appreciate having a real friend.
JERRY: (Joking) You know, if Richie Brandes did this, I'd be suspicious,
you know. He's always got some ulterior motive.
GEORGE: (Laughs nervously) ..Ulterior motive.
JERRY: Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Don't take the bridge..
Get off here. We can't go back to my place, Elaine's having the
shower.
GEORGE: (Obviously knows that, but pretends he doesn't) What, tonight?
Now?