OPENING MONOLOGUE
JERRY: So, I'm on line at the supermarket. Two women in front of me. One of them, her total was eight dollars, the other three dollars. They both of course choose to pay by the use of the
Jerry pauses and gestures to audience for response
AUDIENCE: Cheque
JERRY: Cheque. Now, the fact is, if it's a woman in front of you that's writing the cheque, you will not be waiting long. I have noticed that women are very fast with cheques, y'know, 'cuz they write out so many cheques. The keys, they can never find in their purse, they don't know where that is, but the cheque book they got that. They never fumble for the cheque book-- the cheque book comes out of a holster:
Jerry "draws" imaginary book from an imaginary holster
JERRY: Who do I make it out to? There's my ID. There's something about a cheque that, to a man, is not masculine. I don't know exactly what it is... I think to a man, a cheque is like a note from your mother that says "I don't have any money, but if you'll contact these people, I'm sure they'll stick up for me... If you just trust me this one time I don't have any money but I have these... I wrote on these; is this of any value at all?''
VIDEO STORE
Jerry and Elaine are looking for a video to rent
JERRY: What's that one?
ELAINE: "Coccoon II: The Return". I guess they didn't like it up there...
JERRY: Maybe they came back for Chinese food. Y'know Maureen Stapleton, if she gets a craving, she's probably screamin' at those aliens, "I gotta have a Lo mein!"
ELAINE: Okay, what're we doing here? I have seen *everything*.
JERRY: Oh yeah? I don't believe you've seen... this.
Jerry shows Elaine some movie from the Adult section
ELAINE: Oh, lovely...
JERRY: Yeah...
ELAINE: What do you think their parents think?
JERRY: "So, uh, what's your son doing now, Dr. Stevens?"
"Oh, he's a public fornicator. Yes, he's a fine boy..."
ELAINE: Y'know what? This would be a really funny gift for Pamela's birthday.
JERRY: Pamela? Do I know her?
ELAINE: Yeah, you met her when we were going out.
JERRY: Oh yeah, right...
ELAINE: You have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?
JERRY: No.
ELAINE: Blonde hair remember? Gla**es? Have you totally blocked out the entire time we were a couple?
JERRY: Riverside Drive.
ELAINE: Right! In fact... No, never mind...
JERRY: Well, what is it?
ELAINE: Well, a bunch of people are getting together tomorrow night at some bar for her birthday, but... you don't want to go to... that... no.
JERRY: Wait a second, wait a second. We could work out a little deal here.
ELAINE: What little deal?
JERRY: I will go to that, if you go with me to a little family wedding I have on Saturday.
ELAINE: A wedding!? Have you lost it, man?
JERRY: Y'know, my parents are coming in for this...
ELAINE: They're coming in?
JERRY: Yeah, tomorrow.
ELAINE: Hey, did your father ever get that hair weave?
JERRY: No, no... Still doin' the big sweep across.
ELAINE: Why does he do that?
JERRY: Doesn't think anyone can tell?
JERRY: So c'mon, do we have a deal?
ELAINE: A wedding?
JERRY: There's a lot of people to mock...
ELAINE: Alright, what the Hell.
JERRY: Great!
Two older women walk past Jerry and Elaine
WOMAN: When you're dead, you're dead. That's it. You're not goin'
anywhere...
THE NEXT NIGHT
THE FANCY BAR: TRIANON
Jerry and Elaine walk into the bar, towards the table
ELAINE: C'mon lets go, c'mon...
JERRY: Was I supposed to bring something?
ELAINE: You could have.
JERRY: I met her one time...
ELAINE: It is not necessary.
JERRY: What did you say then?
ELAINE: Sssshhhhhh!!!
Pamela: Hi
ELAINE: Hi Pamela, you remember Jerry.
Pamela: Yes, we met.
JERRY: Hi, happy birthday.
Pamela: Thanks. Ahh, everybody, this is Elaine and Jerry.
Guests: Hi
JERRY: I didn't bring anything.
Pamela: Ahh, I put you two right here.
JERRY: Oh, Okay
turns to rest of table
JERRY: I'm sorry, I didn't know what
to bring, nobody told me.
They sit down at a table next to each other. The piano man plays boring music. Jerry notices a goodlooking woman facing him
VANESSA: How big a tip do you think it'd take to get him to stop?
JERRY: I'm in for five...
VANESSA: I'll supply the hat.
JERRY: To himself Uh-oh... What do we have here...
VANESSA: Why don't you relax and take your jacket off?
JERRY: Oh, I can't, I have a tendency to get chilly.
VANESSA: How masculine...
JERRY: Plus I'm wearing short sleeves, I don't want to expose my tattoos.
JERRY: To himself She's unbelievable!
Some guy next to Vanessa starts talking to her
ROGER: Hey, this guy says he knows Bricker...
VANESSA: Oh, you know Bricker! From where?
JERRY: To himself What's going on here? Gotta be her boyfriend, she's too good to be alone... What's the difference, I can't maneuver anyway with Elaine next to me...
VANESSA: How do you know Pamela?
JERRY: Friend of a friend. And you?
VANESSA: We went to law school together.
ELAINE: Oh, Jerry!
JERRY: To himself Oh no, not *now*...
ELAINE: I had this dream last night and you were in it.
JERRY: Oh really... To himself Oh God, I gotta get out of this...
ELAINE: You were you, but, you weren't you...
JERRY: No kidding... To himself Why is this happening? Please, make her stop!
ELAINE: I think, I think we were in my house where I grew up, and you were standing there, you were looking out the window
JERRY: To himself This is *brutal*...
ELAINE: You turned around and you had these wooden teeth...
JERRY: How do you like that... To himself Can I turn now? Is this over? No, I can't, I can't... I'm stuck...
ELAINE: Jerry? Are you listening to me?
JERRY: Yes, I heard you.
PAMELA: Elaine, what's the name of that j**elry store you took me to that time?
JERRY: To himself Thank you, Pamela!
JERRY: So, you're a lawyer...
VANESSA: Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft.
JERRY: To himself, quickly Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft. Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft...
JERRY: Of course, they handled my tattoo removal lawsuit!
VANESSA: Oh, that was you!
JERRY: Imagine, spelling "Mom" with two O's...
VANESSA: Very funny! What do you do?
JERRY: Comedian.
VANESSA: Really... That explains it...
JERRY: To himself, quickly Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft. Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft.
ROGER: Are you ready?
VANESSA: We gotta run. Happy birthday!
The two of them get up an leave.
JERRY: To himself I can't believe it-- I got *nothing*! I don't even know her name!
JERRY: [To himself, *very* quickly] Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft. Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppen... Sagman... Sag...
After staring to Elaine, Jerry loses his concentration
THE CAB HOME
JERRY: That wasn't so bad, really...
Elaine sighs
ELAINE: Y'know, uh, you could use a little work on your manners.
JERRY: Why? What did I do?
ELAINE: Well, I just don't appreciate these little "courtesy responses", like I'm selling you aluminum siding.
JERRY: I was listening!
ELAINE: No! You couldn't wait to get back to your little... "conversation".
JERRY: No, you were talking about the, the um, the dream you had.
ELAINE: Uh-huh...
JERRY: Where you had, uh, wooden teeth.
ELAINE: No! No! You had wooden teeth! You had wooden teeth! I didn't have wooden teeth, you did!
JERRY: Alright, so I had wooden teeth, so what?
ELAINE: So nothing... Nothing...
Cut to Jerry in a nightclub somewhere, doing another monologue...
JERRY: Apparently Plato, who came up with the concept of the platonic relationship, was pretty excited about it. He named it after himself. He said "Yeah, I got this new thing "platonic". My idea, my name, callin' it after myself... What I do is, I go out with the girls, I talk with them, don't do anything... and go right home. What'dya think? I think it's going to be big!'' I bet you there were other guys in history that tried to get relationships named after them, but it didn't work. Y'know, I bet you there were guys who tried to do it, just went: "Hi, my name's Rico. Would you like to go to bed immediately? Hey, it's a "Riconic" relationship...''
JERRY'S APARTMENT
Jerry walks in and sees his parents in bed in his living room
JERRY: Hey!
MORTY: Ah, there he is!
JERRY: This is what I like, see? You come home and your parents are in your bed!
HELEN: Y'know, Jerry, we don't have to do this...
JERRY: What are you talkin' about? It's fine, I love having you here...
HELEN: Tomorrow we'll go to a hotel.
JERRY: Ma, will you stop?
HELEN: No, why should we take over your apartment?
JERRY: I don't care. I'm sleeping next door.
HELEN: Your friend Kramer doesn't mind?
JERRY: No, he's making a bouillabaisse.
JERRY: So Dad, lemme ask you a question. How many people work at these big law offices?
MORTY: Depends on the firm.
JERRY: Yeah, but if you called up and described someone, do you think they would know who it was?
MORTY: What's the matter? You need a lawyer?
JERRY: No, I met someone at this party, and I know where she works, but I don't know her name.
MORTY: So why don't you ask someone who was at the party?
JERRY: Nah, the only one I could ask is Elaine, and I can't ask her.
HELEN: Why not?
JERRY: Because it's complicated, there's some tension there.
HELEN: He used to go with her...
HELEN: Which one is she?
MORTY: From Maryland. The one who brought you the chocolate covered cherries you didn't like.
MORTY: Oh yeah, very alert. Warm person.
JERRY: Oh yeah, she's great.
HELEN: So, how come nothing materialized there?
JERRY: Well, it's a tough thing to talk about... I dunno...
HELEN: I know what it was...
JERRY: You don't know what it was...
HELEN: So, what was it?
JERRY: Well, we fight a lot for some reason...
HELEN + MORTY: Oh, well...
JERRY: And there was a little problem with the physical chemistry...
Silence, Morty and Helen don't know what to say
HELEN: Well, I think she's a very attractive girl.
JERRY: Oh, she is, she absolutely is.
HELEN: I can see if there was a weight problem...
JERRY: No, it's not that. It wasn't all one-sided.
HELEN: You know, you can't be so particular. Nobody's perfect.
JERRY: I know, I know...
MORTY: Y'know Jerry, it's a good thing I wasn't so particular.
Helen pokes Morty
HELEN: Idiot...
HELEN: So who're you looking for, Sophia Loren?
JERRY: That's got nothin' to do with it.
MORTY: How about Loni Anderson?
HELEN: Where do you get Loni Anderson?
MORTY: Why, what's wrong with Loni Anderson?
HELEN: I like Elaine more than Loni Anderson...
JERRY: What are you two talking about? Look, Elaine just wasn't "the one".
HELEN: And this other one's "the one"?
JERRY: I dunno, maybe...
MORTY: So ask Elaine there for the number.
JERRY: I can't, she'll get upset. I never talk about other women with her, especially this one tonight.
HELEN: How could you still see her if your not interested?
JERRY: We're friends.
MORTY: Doesn't sound like you're friends to me. If you were friends you'd ask her for the number. Do you know where this other one works?
JERRY: Oh yeah...
Morty: Well, go up to the office.
HELEN: Up to her office?
MORTY: Go to the building. She goes out to lunch, doesn't she?
JERRY: I guess...
MORTY: So, you stand in the lobby, by the elevator, and wait for her to come down for lunch.
JERRY: You mean "stakeout" the lobby?
HELEN: Morty, that's ridiculous. Just ask Elaine for the number!
MORTY: He doesn't want to ask Elaine for the number.
HELEN: So you've got him standing by the elevator like a dope! What happens when he sees her?
MORTY: He pretends he *bumped* into her!
JERRY: Y'know what? This is not that bad an idea...
THE LAW OFFICE
Jerry waits close to the elevator with George Costanza
GEORGE: What does she look like?
JERRY: I dunno. Hard to say.
GEORGE: What actress does she remind you of?
JERRY: Loni Anderson.
GEORGE: Loni Anderson?!
JERRY: What, there's something wrong with Loni Anderson?
JERRY: Hey listen, thanks again for running over here. I appreciate it.
GEORGE: Yeah, sure. I was showing a condo on 48th st. Besides, you think I wanna miss this?
George giggles
JERRY: I'm a little nervous.
GEORGE: Yeah, me too...
JERRY: If I see her, what do I say that I'm doing here in the building?
GEORGE: You came to see me; I work in the building.
JERRY: What do you do?
GEORGE: I'm an architect.
JERRY: You're an architect?
GEORGE: I'm not?
JERRY: I don't see architecture coming from you...
GEORGE: I suppose you could be an architect...
JERRY: I never said that I was the architect. Just something else...
GEORGE: Alright, she's not even gonna ask, if we see her, which is remote.
JERRY: Well what'dya want me to say, that I just wandered in here?!
GEORGE: We're having lunch with a friend-- he works in the building.
JERRY: What is his name?
GEORGE: Bert... Har... bin... son. Bert Har-bin-son.
JERRY: Bert Harbinson? It sounds made up.
GEORGE: No good? Alright, how about Art... Corr.....
JERRY: Art Corr...
GEORGE: ...velay...
JERRY: Corvelay?
GEORGE: Yeah, right.
JERRY: Well, what does he do?
GEORGE: He's an importer.
JERRY: Just imports, no exports?
GEORGE: He's an importer/exporter, okay?
George checks his watch
GEORGE: Say, did Elaine ever call you back?
JERRY: No, I guess she's still mad.
GEORGE: I don't understand, you never talk to her about other women?
JERRY: Never.
The elevator opens
JERRY: Wait a second... That's her... on the right.
GEORGE: I forgot who I am! Who am I?!
JERRY: You're you. We're having lunch with Art Corvelay.
GEORGE: Vandelay!
JERRY: Corvelay!
GEORGE: Let me be the architect, I can do it!
Jerry approaches Vanessa.
JERRY: Hey, hey... Pamela's birthday party, didn't I see you there... Jerry.
VANESSA: Sure! Hi!
JERRY: This is George. I'm sorry...
VANESSA: Vanessa.
GEORGE: Nice to meet you.
JERRY: Ah, Sagman, Bennet, Robbins, Oppenheim and Taft.
VANESSA: That's right! What're you doing here?
JERRY: Oh, were meeting a friend of ours for lunch. He works here in the building.
GEORGE: Yeah, Art Vandelay.
VANESSA: Really? Which company?
JERRY: I don't know. He's an importer.
VANESSA: Importer?
GEORGE: ...And exporter.
JERRY: He's an importer/exporter.
GEORGE: I'm, uh, I'm an architect.
VANESSA: Really. What do you design?
George hesitates...
GEORGE: Uh, railroads, uh...
VANESSA: I thought engineers do that.
GEORGE: They can...
JERRY: Y'know I'm sorry you had to leave so early the other night.
VANESSA: Oh, me too. My cousin had to go back to Boston.
JERRY: Oh, that guy was your cousin!
VANESSA: Yeah, and that woman was your--
JERRY: Friend!
GEORGE: I'll just, uh, get a paper...
JERRY: So, um, do you date immature men?
VANESSA: Almost exclusively...
JERRY'S APARTMENT
Jerry and Helen are playing Scrabble
HELEN: Bum bum bum bum... I have no letters... Bum bum bum bum...
JERRY: Ma, will you go already?
HELEN: Bum bum bum bum...
She picks up a nearby dictionary...
JERRY: What are you doing?!
HELEN: Wait, I just want to see something...
JERRY: You can't look in there, we're playing!
Kramer walks into the apartment
MORTY: Evening, Mr. Kramer!
KRAMER: Hey Morty!
Kramer looks to Jerry
KRAMER: Salad dressing?
JERRY: Look.
HELEN: "Quo"? Is that a word?
JERRY: Maybe!
HELEN: Will you challenge it?
JERRY: Ma, you can't look up words in the dictionary! Dad, she's cheating!
KRAMER: "Quo"? That's not a word.
Jerry confiscates the dictionary
HELEN: You're such a stickler...
JERRY: Well put something down, you're taking twenty minutes on this. So is Uncle Mac, and Artie, they're all coming over here before the wedding?
HELEN: They'll be here at two o'clock... Oh, Elaine called. She said she'd be here at 2:30. Oh, and she says "Hope your meeting went
well with Art... "Vandelay"?''
Jerry looks surprised
JERRY: She said what?
HELEN: Just what I said, here.
She hands Jerry the note. He reads it.
JERRY: She knows! Oh, I am *such* a *jacka***...
HELEN: She knows what?
JERRY: She knows the whole stupid thing... Vanessa and the elevator...
Kramer suggests a word to Helen
HELEN: No, no, no, that won't do. He may have a "Z"...
MORTY: So, how did she find out?
JERRY: Because, Vanessa probably told Pamela, and Pamela probably told Elaine.
MORTY: So, what are you? Afraid of her?
JERRY: Yes. Yes I am!
JERRY: What else did she say on the phone?
HELEN: Whatever I wrote down.
JERRY: Yeah, but what was the tone in her voice? How did she sound?
HELEN: Who am I, Rich Little?
MORTY: Well, she can't be too mad, she's still coming to the wedding.
JERRY: Yeah, but now I'm nervous.
HELEN: Oh, stop it.
Helen lays down a word
JERRY: "Quone"?
HELEN: ...30...31...
JERRY: "Quone"? No, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to challenge that.
HELEN: ...32...
KRAMER: No, you don't have to challenge that. That's a word. That's a *definite* word.
JERRY: I am challenging...
KRAMER: Quone: to quone something.
Jerry tries to find the word in the dictionary
JERRY: Uh-huh...
HELEN: I'm not playing with you anymore...
MORTY: Quone's not a word...
JERRY: No good. Sorry. There it is. Get it off...
HELEN: Why did you make me put that down?
KRAMER: Nah, we need a *medical* dictionary! If a patient gets difficult, you *quone* him...
ACT II:
JERRY'S APARTMENT
Jerry is in his living room, together with some family
CAROL: You want some funny material, you oughta come down to where I work, now that's a sitcom!
JERRY: You must have quite a time down there.
Jerry checks his watch
CAROL: I got plenty of time...
JERRY: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just waiting for someone...
MAC: Watch what you say to this guy, he'll put it in his next act!
JERRY: Yeah, yeah...
MAC: Jerry, did I tell you that I'm writing a book? An autobiography.
JERRY: Yeah, Uncle Mac, you mentioned it...
MAC: It's based on all my experiences!
JERRY: That's perfect.
Elaine enters the room
JERRY: Could you excuse me one second.
MAC: Oh, Sure
JERRY: I'm sorry.
Jerry goes to Elaine and greets her
JERRY: How do you do, Jerry Seinfeld.
ELAINE: Oh, how do you do. Elaine Benes.
They both smile uncomfortable
JERRY: Um, do you want to do this now, or do you want to wait until we get in the car?
ELAINE: Oh no, let's do it now.
JERRY: Alright, the whole elevator business, let me just explain.
ELAINE: Okay...
ARTIE: Jerry, were you goin' with us?
JERRY: No, I'm gonna take my car.
ARTIE: That's why I brought the wagon. Why the Hell did I bring the wagon?
JERRY: Anyway, you know why I didn't ask you, I mean I felt so uncomfortable, and you were *so* annoyed in the cab.
ELAINE: Well, Jerry, I never saw you flirt with anyone before. It was quite the spectacle.
CAROL: Jerry, we'll see you there. Bye, Elaine.
ELAINE: Oh, bye. Good to see you.
ARTIE: Oh, we didn't meet.
JERRY: Oh, I'm sorry. Elaine, this is my cousin Artie Levine.
Jerry pronounces Levine, while it should be pronounced Levyne
ARTIE: Levyne.
JERRY: Yeah, "Levyne". And I'm Jerry Cougar Mellencamp... Anyway, I admit it was a fairly ridiculous thing to do, but I mean, I mean, obviously we have a little problem here.
ELAINE: Yeah, obviously.
JERRY: I mean, if we're gonna be friends, we gotta be able to talk about other people...
ELAINE: Couldn't agree more.
JERRY: Good.
ELAINE: Good.
JERRY: Good.
ELAINE: Great!
JERRY: Great? Where do you get "great"?
ELAINE: It's great to... talk about... other people...
JERRY: ...Guys.
ELAINE: Yeah.
JERRY: Uh-huh... Yeah... So, anybody specific?
ELAINE: No. A general guy.
JERRY: Oh really... Elaine Marie Benes...
ELAINE: What? No, it's not a big deal.
JERRY: No, that's great! That's terrific!
ELAINE: No, we just met...
JERRY: Doesn't matter. What's the young man's name? I would like to meet him.
ELAINE: I don't think so...
JERRY: Well, what does he do? Is he an artisan, a craftsman, a labourer of some sort?
ELAINE: Wall street.
JERRY: Ahh, high finance: bulls... bears... people from Conneticut.
ELAINE: And he happens to be pretty good lookin'
JERRY: Alright, sir.
ELAINE: And... he's hilarious.
JERRY: Now that's not fair! So where did you meet this guy?
ELAINE: I "staked" out his health club.
JERRY: When you're on a stakeout, do you find it's better to stand up against the wall, or kinda crouch down behind a big plant?...
They leave the room
CLOSING MONOLOGUE
JERRY: Y'know I think that even if you've had a relationship with someone, or let's say, especially if you've had a relationship with someone and you try to become friends afterwards, it's very difficult. Isn't this? It's hard. Because, you know each other so well, you know all of each others tricks. It's like two magicians, trying to
entertain each other.
The one goes, "Look, a rabbit." The other goes, "So? ... I believe this is your card." "Look, why don't we just saw each other in half and call it a night? Okay?"
END EPISODE