The Summer Of George

Well, you had a good run. You took them to the World Series. I gotta give the players most of the credit for that. Don't sell yourself short. You made flight arrangements, hotels, buses.

No, I don't know who was doing that. So when you actually did work, what is it that you did?

I'll tell you, they had a pastry cart you wouldn't believe.

Maybe I should ask her out. She is a good waitress. It's true.

What's the deal with those guys down in the pit? They're musicians. That's not a joke. It's a funny observation.

The Yankees are giving me three months' full pay for doing nothing. They did it for three years. What's another few months?

I'm gonna read a book... from beginning to end, in that order. I've always wanted to do that.

I'm going to play Frolf. You mean golf? Frolf. Frisbee golf, Jerry. Golf with a Frisbee.

This is gonna be my time. Time to taste the fruits and let the juices drip down my chin.

I proclaim this 'The Summer of George.'

What's with her arms? They just hang like salamis. She walks like an orangutan. Better call the zoo.

What? Catty.

It's like she's carrying invisible suitcases. Like this? Yes, exactly.

So why am I the one who gets labeled catty? I mean, they were being just as catty as I was. It's a double standard. Oh, and what about ladies' night? Women admitted free before 10?

I bought a new recliner with a fridge built right into it.

Hey, Jerry, you got any TUMS? Stomachache? I drank too much water in the shower.

I'm a seat-filler. They don't like to see empty seats on TV. Somebody gets up, I park my caboose in their spot until they get back.

Mickey, he hooked me up. Yeah, he's a member of the academy. What academy? Well, he didn't say.

Thanks. It's a breakaway.

Are you leaving? Because I got you covered. I'll just go ahead and get in there. Just a minute. What are you doing? My job. What are you doing?

They catch the two of us on TV, you might have a little explaining to do.

So you and Lyle are roommates? No. Gay? What? Is he gay? No. Are you sure? I think I would know.

This is a new one. Turkey jerky? Go ahead, take a pull. More for me.

Kramer? Thank you and bless you all. This truly has been a Scarsdale Surprise.

You know, sort of swing them... so you're not lurching around, you know, like a caveman. I'm a caveman?

Everyone told me what a catty shrew you were. You're horrible.

She had a dude? When I went to pick her up, there was this dude. How do you know it was her dude? It could've been just some dude? Dudes in this town are a dime a dozen. I reckon.

So has the Summer of George begun, or are you still decomposing? Decompressing.

That's the musical about the Scarsdale diet doctor murder. Featuring the mind-blowing performance of Miss Raquel Welch.

I saw the sun rise at Liza's. Minnelli's? No.

See, yeah, I mean, that's all I was saying. How's this? Or this? Or this? Or this? Or this?

Can you believe she expected me to squire her around town... while the dude sits at home in swaddling clothes?

It's like she's put the role of boyfriend into two jobs. Except the dude's playing the showroom... and I'm stuck doing food and beverage.

I cannot do this. So, what's George doing? He's not doing anything. Goodbye.

The Tony is taking me to Sardi's.

So, I said to him, 'Arthur, Artie, bubele... why does the salesman have to die? Change the title. The Life of a Salesman. That's what people want to see.'

I am smack-dab in the middle of a good old-fashioned catfight.

Crazy for feeling... So lonely

Hey, what if the two of us teamed up? Not...? No, no. No, because that's... No.

But maybe the two of us, working together at full capacity... could do the job of one normal man. And each of us would only have to be, like, a half-man.

But Raquel Welch doesn't move her arms when she tap dances. It's very distracting. There is a lot of this... in tap dancing.

I heard they cut one of her lines. She climbed up a rope on the side of the stage... and started dropping lights on people's heads.

Elaine, I am going to find you. If not in your office, then in the Xerox room... or the small conference room next to the kitchen, or the kitchen.

Because men think if women are grabbing and clawing at each other... there's a chance they might somehow kiss.

About a year ago. Wedding invitations. Right. How did that all work out? No complaints.

You're fired. You don't use your arms when you tap dance. You're like a gorilla. I gotta go.

What's the deal with airplane peanuts?

He Frolfs... he scores!

What the hell is that? Are you making fun of my dancing? Aren't you Raquel Welch? You know who I am. Now, what are you doing? Nothing. I just wasn't moving my arms.

Catfight.

I slipped on the invitations. How's the towels? They're back on the rack. Even with the two of us? I think we're still a man short.

Apparently, your body was in a state of advanced atrophy... due to a period of extreme inactivity.

This was supposed to be the Summer of George. The Summer of George.