FADE IN:
INT. COMEDY CLUB - NIGHT
JERRY IS PERFORMING.
JERRY
I've never been a pet person, but I have a special aversion for cats particularly. The thing I really can't accept about cats is this litter-box thing. Not to put too fine a point on it, but it's excrement that stays in the house! I mean, you wouldn't use a litter-box for your dog, would you? My God, can you just imagine? And why not go just one step further? Would you ever consider - even for a moment - doing a "number one" or a "number two" in a sandbox in a corner of your kitchen? And not just once, mind you; I'm talking about letting it pile up for a few days before tossing the whole mess into a plastic bag and setting it out on the street with the garbage. I mean what is so special about cat poop? I think this explains why cats walk around like their stuff doesn't stink!
ACT ONE
INT. JERRY'S APT. - NIGHT
JERRY IS RELAXING ON THE COUCH WATCHING TV.
TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
. . .and coming up on the six o'clock news at ten, film at eleven.
SFX: DOOR BUZZER
JERRY
Hold on, hold on.
JERRY WALKS TO THE FRONT DOOR AND PRESSES THE INTERCOM BUTTON.
JERRY (cont'd)
Speak and be heard.
DELIVERY GUY (V.O. FILTERED)
Uh, yeah, got a package for Mr. Steinfield.
JERRY
That's Seinfeld.
DELIVERY GUY (V.O. FILTERED)
Whatever.
JERRY
Come on up.
JERRY WALKS TO TV AND TURNS IT OFF. THERE IS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. JERRY OPENS IT. A SCRAGGLY-LOOKING DELIVERY GUY IS STANDING THERE HOLDING A VENTILATED PET CARRIER IN ONE HAND.
DELIVERY GUY
Jerry Sin-filled?
JERRY
That's Seinfeld.
THE DELIVERY GUY THRUSTS THE CARRIER AT JERRY. JERRY TAKES IT, CAUGHT OFF-GUARD.
DELIVERY GUY
A girl named Bindy Smothers sends this cat. She wrote a rhyming little song
(holds up note)
that I felt I should spare us both. The gist of it is she's moving to Australia and can't take it with her, and apparently the two of you picked it out together so she thought you should have it.
JERRY
What?!
(looks inside carrier)
There's a cat in here!
DELIVERY GUY
To sum up: yes, there's a cat in there.
JERRY
I didn't order this!
(thrusts carrier back at Delivery Guy)
Take it back!
DELIVERY GUY
Buddy, there's nowhere to take it back to.
(starts filling out forms on a pad he is carrying)
JERRY
But we only went out for a month! I just happened to be there when she picked it out! I haven't even talked to her in five years! It's not our cat! It's her cat!
DELIVERY GUY
Well, now it's yer cat.
(hands Jerry the aborted note and a receipt)
THE DELIVERY GUY TURNS AND LEAVES.
JERRY
Wait! You can't just leave this here! I don't want this stupid thing!
THERE IS A LOUD MEOW. JERRY TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO THE CARRIER.
JERRY (cont'd)
No!
Bad cat! No meow! Bad cat!CUT TO:
INT. MONK'S PLACE - DAY
ELAINE, KRAMER AND JERRY ARE SITTING AT A BOOTH TALKING OVER COFFEE.
ELAINE
So a woman you dated almost six years ago just hired a delivery service to abandon a cat on your doorstep?
JERRY
Can you believe that? What kind of mother is she going to make?
ELAINE
At least she didn't drown the poor thing.
JERRY
It's still a distinct possibility, Elaine. I don't want a stupid cat! I'm a firm believer in segregation by species.
KRAMER
Y'know, Jerry, we humans are the only animals on Earth that keep other animals as pets. It's a very profound thing: one species co-habitating with another in a loving, trusting, and to a large degree, symbiotic relationship. In a world of war and killing and hate and despair, that simple attribute of human nature may be the one saving grace of mankind.
JERRY
Fine. You take him.
KRAMER
Oh no, not me. I hate cats. Grind 'em all up for dog food, that's what I say. Now a dog. There's a real animal: loyal, strong, practical!
ELAINE
(to Jerry)
So what are you going to do with him?
JERRY
Put an ad in the paper, I don't know. I like that dog-food idea. Who do we know with a large undernourished canine?
ELAINE
Jerr-rree!
KRAMER
Hey, I know this guy who breeds Rottweilers! Boy oh boy, they'd just sink their teeth in and rrrrrip 'em up, Jerry, rrrrrip 'em up! It'd be like one of those "Trials Of Life" videos!
JERRY IS LEADING ELAINE. KRAMER ACTS SERIOUS.
ELAINE
C'mon, you guys, be serious!
GEORGE ENTERS AND HEADS FOR THE TABLE.
JERRY
Maybe we could throw 'em a few live mice first, you know, for an appetizer.
KRAMER
What's for desert?
GEORGE
Hey, what's up?
KRAMER
Jerry's got a cat and we're going to feed it to a pack of Rottweilers.
ELAINE GETS UP TO LEAVE AND GEORGE TAKES HER SPOT.
JERRY
Listen, Elaine, see if you can't find someone who can take the cat.
ELAINE
No problem, Jer. Every guy I know wants a little pussy.
JERRY GIVES HER A DISGUSTED LOOK, ELAINE SMILES AND LEAVES.
JERRY
So George, I ran into Newman yesterday. He said he saw you out with a really attractive girl.
GEORGE
Ah, yes. Just another one of your average, run-of-the-mill magazine models. No biggie. I met her at a ballgame. She was a guest of Mr. Steinbrenner.
JERRY
Ah. How nice for you. What's her handle?
GEORGE
Tara. Exotic, isn't it?
JERRY
Very exotic. Has a classy, "chic" sound to it.
GEORGE
I just love introducing her to people.
JERRY
Tar
-a. Yes . . .very nice.GEORGE
Tar
-a. The name makes her sound like -KRAMER
A rat.
PAUSE.
GEORGE
What?
KRAMER
A rat. That's "Tara" backwards.
GEORGE
A rat?
JERRY
Well, that takes the lustre right off of that name.
GEORGE
Kramer, what in the world made you think of that?
KRAMER
My grandfather.
JERRY
Your grandfather?
KRAMER
Elba.
GEORGE
Elba?
KRAMER
Yeah, Elba. It's a biblical name.
JERRY
(figures it out)
Remark-able Elba Kramer!
GEORGE
What?
KRAMER
(snap/points at Jerry)
You got it, Mister Man.
GEORGE
Got what?!
JERRY
When you say Elba Kramer backwards, it's remarkable!
GEORGE
What's so remarkable about that?!
JERRY
Oh, forget it. Either of you guys want to come to the pet store with me?
GEORGE
You really got a cat, Jerry? You?
JERRY
Yeah, yeah. I'll explain on the way.
GEORGE
Sure, what the heck. I'm free.
KRAMER
Not me. I got a toothache. I have to go find something at the drug store.
GEORGE
Drug store? A toothache? Why don't you just see a dentist?
KRAMER
Oh, no. They're never putting me under again.
JERRY
(visibly uncomfortable)
We, uh, had an unpleasant experience with our last dentist. Sort of left a bad taste in our mouths.
GEORGE
You mean that thing about you guys being molested while you were under the gas?
KRAMER
I'm still rinsing.
(stands)
Well, gotta go. See you gents.
KRAMER EXITS.
GEORGE
You know, you could spend your whole life, search the whole world over, and never find another nut like Kramer.
JERRY
No way. Not a chance.
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EXT. - NEW YORK STREET - DAY
KRAMER IS STROLLING DOWN THE STREET CARRYING A BAG OF GROCERIES, NOT PAYING MUCH ATTENTION WHERE HE'S GOING. HE ROUNDS A CORNER AND COLLIDES WITH A TALL SCRAGGLY FELLOW IN A JEAN JACKET. THEY BOTH GO DOWN, KRAMER SPILLING HIS GOODS. THEY STAND UP; THE OTHER FELLOW IS JIM IGNATOWSKI (CHRISTOPHER LLOYD) FROM "TAXI."
KRAMER
Hey, why don't you watch where you're going, buddy!
IGNATOWSKI
Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. Here, let me help you with that stuff . . .
THEY BOTH REACH/BEND DOWN IN UNISON AND CLOCK EACH OTHER IN THE HEAD.
KRAMER
Ow! Look, you ignoramus, why don't you just get away from me? Okay?!
IGNATOWSKI
(rubbing his noggin)
Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever you say. Hey, um, can I give you a lift somewhere? I got a taxi just around the corner.
KRAMER
(collecting his stuff)
Life's too short as it is, buddy. Man, I can't believe they give guys like you a license to drive. Just pay a little more attention, huh?! What do you say?!
KRAMER CONTINUES ON HIS WAY.
IGNATOWSKI
Jeez. What a wacko.
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INT. JERRY'S APT. - DAY
JERRY ENTERS BALANCING A LARGE BURDEN OF CAT SUPPLIES, INCLUDING A COVERED LITTER-BOX WITH A LONG HOSE ATTACHED, A BAG OF LITTER, AND FOOD. HE BARELY NEGOTIATES THE DOORWAY AND AS HE SHUTS THE DOOR WITH HIS FOOT THE LITTER FALLS AND EXPLODES ON THE FLOOR.
JERRY
Great! Just great!
THE CAT RUNS RIGHT TO THE LITTER AND STARTS SCRATCHING AND CIRCLING ANXIOUSLY IN IT. JERRY TRIES TO SHOO THE CAT FROM THE SPILLED LITTER WITH HIS FEET WHILE BALANCING HIS LOAD OF PACKAGES.
JERRY (cont'd)
Hey! Shoo! Don't even think about it! Get away from there!
JERRY GIVES UP AND JUST STARES AT THE FLOOR WHERE THE CAT IS NOW RELIEVING ITSELF.
JERRY (cont'd)
(to the cat)
Great. That's just great. I'll just return this litter-box, then.
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INT. JERRY'S APT. - NIGHT
JERRY IS LAYING ON HIS BACK ON THE COUCH WATCHING TV, CHANNEL SURFING WITH THE REMOTE.
TV ANNOUNCER
- and the war rages in Bosnia -
JERRY CLICKS REMOTE.
TV ANNOUNCER (cont'd)
- the killing continues -
JERRY CLICKS REMOTE
TV ANNOUNCER (cont'd)
- there doesn't seem to be any hope for -
JERRY CLICKS REMOTE.
TV ANNOUNCER (cont'd)
- and the little children continue to go hungry -
JERRY CLICKS REMOTE.
TV ANNOUNCER (cont'd)
- more sad news tonight as -
JERRY
Let me see some kindness associated with this television, spirit!
THE CAT JUMPS UP ON JERRY AND SNUGGLES UP ON HIS CHEST.
JERRY (cont'd)
Oh, no! Don't try getting cozy with me. I am not interested.
THE CAT PURRS LOUDLY AND STARTS TO CUDDLE UP. VERY CUTE.
JERRY (cont'd)
Yeah, you think you're so cute. Well, yeah . . . you're pretty cute.
(begins stroking cats head)
Just don't get used to this. A million people are going to call about that ad. By tomorrow night you'll be snuggling up on someone else.
JERRY STROKES THE CAT FULL LENGTH. THE PURRING GETS LOUDER.
JERRY (cont'd)
(baby-talking, stroking the cat)
Yeah, you like that, don't you? Yes, yes you do. Yes, you do. A-boo-boo-boo? Hmmm? Yes, you like that. Yes, you do . . .
THE CAT IS NOW SLEEPING SOUNDLY AND PURRING LOUDLY. JERRY YAWNS DEEPLY AND NODS OFF TO SLEEP AS WELL.
TV ANNOUNCER
...and after the news, on the Really Late Early Movie, James Stewart stars in the classic 1956 movie, "Harvey."
CUT TO:
INT. JERRY'S APT. - DAY
ELAINE AND JERRY ARE TALKING IN THE KITCHEN AREA.
ELAINE
So, how's your pussy?
JERRY
(disgusted)
It's a cat, Elaine. Call it a cat. There are too many connotations of that . . .that other word.
ELAINE
Fine. How's your cat?
JERRY
Actually, I'm feeling fine with my feline.
ELAINE
Oh, really?
JERRY
It caught me by surprise, too. It's just such an irresistibly unconditional relationship, you know? It just sucks you right in, and before you know it, you're hooked.
ELAINE
So nobody responded to your ad all week?
JERRY
Can you believe that? Not one person called. What kind of world is this that can't find room for a cute little guy like Pooka?
ELAINE
Pooka?!
JERRY
Y'know, I can't explain it; that name just came out of nowhere and stuck.
ELAINE
So you're not going to feed him to the Rottweilers?
JERRY
No. Kramer was pretty upset. You know, I have to admit it's kind of cozy having a pet around the house. I got this great litter-box with a hose attached to a fan that vents the odors outside . . .
ELAINE
Like a drying machine?
JERRY
Sort of, sort of, yes! It's kind of like a drying machine!
ELAINE
Well, I don't smell a thing.
JERRY
Yeah, well you should walk by the side of the building when that thing's cranking up! Anyway, other than the litter thing, he's basically . . . unobtrusive. Ornamental, you could say.
ELAINE GIVES JERRY A SUSPICIOUS SIDEWAYS GLANCE.
ELAINE
Uh-huh, you could say.
JERRY
And yes, I admit, he is sort of cute in a warm, fuzzy sort of way.
ELAINE
Ah-ha! The truth comes out, you big softie!
JERRY
What can I say? I guess I'm just a sensitive kind of guy.
KRAMER ENTERS.
KRAMER
What's new, pussycat? Whoa, a-whoa-a whoa, whoa-whoa!
KRAMER BRANDISHES A LARGE TOME.
KRAMER (cont'd)
(re: the book)
I got your pussy right here, Jer! The Encyclopedia of Cats, page two hundred and fourteen. They have a picture looks just like him!
JERRY
Can we all just stop using that word?!
KRAMER
Encyclopedia?
ELAINE
Pussy.
KRAMER
(completely innocent)
But that's what it is, Jerry. A nice, warm, soft, furry little . . .
JERRY
Alright, already! We all know what it is!
ELAINE
Where is the little tyke? I thought he followed you around everywhere.
JERRY
Yeah, you're right. I don't see him, either.
(calling out)
Pooka! Where are ya, boy!
JERRY DISAPPEARS INTO THE BACK LOOKING FOR THE CAT.
KRAMER
Pooka?!
JERRY (O.S.)
POOKA!!!
ELAINE AND KRAMER LOOK AT EACH OTHER IN SURPRISE. JERRY EMERGES FROM THE BACK CRADLING THE CAT AND LOOKING DISTRAUGHT.
JERRY (cont'd)
There's something wrong with Pooka! Something terribly, terribly wrong! He's not moving! He was just lying there on the floor!
(to Pooka)
What's wrong, boy? Talk to me!
(calling out)
Is there a veterinarian in the house?!
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ESTABLISHING SHOT - EXT. ANIMAL HOSPITAL - DAY
CUT TO:
INT. VET'S EXAMINATION ROOM - DAY
POOKA SITS ON THE EXAM TABLE. THE VET IS TALKING TO JERRY.
VET
You have a very sick little pussy on your hands, Mr. Seinfield-
JERRY
Um, that's . . .
VET
(admonishing)
His entire urinary tract was completely blocked! Didn't you notice he wasn't urinating?
JERRY
I know he went once. How often should he go?
VET
I've temporarily relieved his bladder, but without an operation he'll die.
JERRY
Die?! Operation?! What are ya saying, Doc?!
VET
I'd say roughly about a thousand dollars, give or take.
JERRY
(blown away)
A thousand dollars?! I could buy a whole flock of cats for a thousand dollars, Doc! What kind of deal is that?!
VET
For sixty dollars I can put him to sleep.
JERRY
Sleep?! You mean he wakes up, right?
VET
Well, no -
JERRY
Look, Doc, "Sleep" specifically implies "waking up." You go to "sleep," then you "wake up!"
VET
It's just a euphemism -
JERRY
You mean kill him? Murder?! Murder my little Pooka?! If I don't cough up a thousand dollar furball you're going to just - to just . . .
JERRY LOOKS AT POOKA. POOKA IS LOOKING PRETTY SAD. JERRY LOOKS LIKE HE'S WATCHING THE END OF "OLD YELLER."
JERRY (cont'd)
Are you sure you're an expert on this, Doc? Can't he just stop . . .drinking, or something?
FADE OUT
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
INT. JERRY'S APT. - DAY
GEORGE AND JERRY ARE CHATTING.
GEORGE
So you're actually going to spend a thousand bucks on, what, Jerry? A little pussy?
JERRY
I looked at that poor little guy laying there on the table and I realized his life was in my hands. He's got nobody else, you know? He never would've seen another sunrise, never eaten another can of cat chow if it wasn't for me. I had to save him.
GEORGE
But a thousand bucks, Jerry. Jeez. How could a cat cost that much money?
JERRY
That's what I said. I'm still numb from the whole experience.
GEORGE
(moving towards the door)
Well, I'm off to get some new shoes. The soles are coming off these and every other pair I've got. You wanna join me?
JERRY
You know, I bet I can fix that for you. It's an old college remedy.
JERRY GOES TO A KITCHEN DRAWER WITH GEORGE RIGHT BEHIND HIM. JERRY STARTS RUMMAGING THROUGH THE DRAWER, PASSING TO GEORGE A SERIES OF COMMON HOUSEHOLD ITEMS TO GET THEM OUT OF HIS WAY. HE HANDS GEORGE A LONG BLACK METAL FLASHLIGHT.
GEORGE
(re: the flashlight)
You know, I think that if I were a woman this would turn me on.
JERRY BRIEFLY LOOKS AT THE FLASHLIGHT IN GEORGE'S HAND.
JERRY
Sure, the kind of woman you'd be.
JERRY GOES BACK INTO DRAWER AND PULLS OUT A TUBE OF GLUE.
JERRY (cont'd)
Here you go.
GEORGE
(taking the glue)
What is this, glue? That'll never last.
JERRY
Not just glue - SuperGlue. They could bury you in those shoes after you use that. Really - try it.
GEORGE SITS AND SQUEEZES SOME GLUE BETWEEN THE FLAPPING SOLE OF HIS SHOE AND THE LEATHER, AND IT IMMEDIATELY SEALS TIGHT.
GEORGE
Hey, it's set already. That's amazing! You know, I've heard about this stuff.
JERRY
Just be careful. It's pretty powerful.
GEORGE
Can I borrow this? I could fix a million things!
JERRY
Sure.
GEORGE PUTS THE TUBE IN A FRONT POCKET. KRAMER ENTERS. HIS LEFT HAND IS CUPPED ON THE LEFT SIDE OF HIS FACE.
JERRY (cont'd)
Hey, buddy. What's up?
KRAMER
It's this bum tooth! It's driving me nuts! I have a date with this gorgeous girl tonight named Tish! They call her "Tish the Dish!" What am I gonna do? This thing is killin' me, Jer! It's killin' me!
GEORGE
"Tish?" "Tish?!" So what's "Tish" backwards, eh, Kramer?
BEAT
KRAMER
Hey, you watch your mouth, buddy! You know I don't go for that kind of language!
JERRY
Have you ever tried Anbesol?
KRAMER
What?
JERRY
For your mouth.
KRAMER
Anba-what?!
JERRY
It just what you need. Hold on -
JERRY GOES INTO THE BATHROOM.
GEORGE
You know, Anbesol; For the temporary relief of toothache pain and minor gum discomfort. You put it in your mouth.
KRAMER
An
besol? In your mouth? That doesn't sound like something you put in your mouth. Sounds more like something you put in your -(Jerry returns with tube of Anbesol)
JERRY
- as I was saying, this is just what you need. Just rub some on the gums around the bad tooth.
KRAMER OPENS THE TUBE AND FRANTICALLY APPLIES A DOLLOP OF IT'S CONTENTS INTO HIS MOUTH.
KRAMER
Hey! It's working! It's numbing my whole mouth! The pain is gone!
JERRY
That's how it works. It numbs yours gums.
KRAMER
How long does it last?
JERRY
A few hours. Keep it.
KRAMER
Jer, I really owe you for this one!
KRAMER PUTS TUBE OF ANBESOL IN LEFT FRONT PANTS POCKET AND EXITS.
JERRY
Y'know, George, I think after today I sort of know what it feels like to be a healer. It's a good feeling, George.
GEORGE
You're healin' left and right, buddy!
Left and right! You can't swing a dead cat without healing something today. You know, I've got this nasty corn on my left foot -
(reaches for left foot, Jerry grimaces)
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INT. RECEPTION ROOM - NIGHT
JERRY, ELAINE AND GEORGE APPROACH THE RECEPTIONIST. JERRY IS CARRYING A SMALL FURRY SQUEAK-MOUSE WITH A BRIGHT BOW ON IT.
RECEPTIONIST
May I help you?
JERRY
Yes. I'm here to visit my cat. He had a serious operation today.
RECEPTIONIST
Name?
JERRY
Name? Oh, uh, Pooka.
RECEPTIONIST
Is that his surname?
GEORGE
Surname? What surname? It's a cat, for Christ's sake!
ELAINE SMACKS GEORGE ON SIDE OF HEAD. GEORGE RECOILS.
RECEPTIONIST
(to Jerry)
Are you the owner?
JERRY
Yes. Jerry Seinfeld.
RECEPTIONIST
(makes computer entry)
Pooka Seinfeld.
JERRY
That's m'boy!
RECEPTIONIST
I'm sorry, sir.
JERRY
Sorry?! Whatdyamean . . .?!
RECEPTIONIST
I'm sorry, sir. It says here that he shouldn't be disturbed or excited in any way. He's still recovering from the anaesthesia. He'll be able to go home tomorrow. We'll give you a call then.
ELAINE
Is he alright?
RECEPTIONIST
He's fine. It's a routine operation, miss.
GEORGE
A thousand dollars?! A thousand dollars is a routine operation for a cat?!
ELAINE SMACKS GEORGE ON THE HEAD. GEORGE RECOILS.
RECEPTIONIST
Besides, visiting hours are over at Seven P.M. You're too late anyway.
JERRY
(hands the receptionist the mouse toy, squeaking it once as he does)
Well, could you make sure he gets this?
RECEPTIONIST TAKES THE MOUSE.
RECEPTIONIST
Sure. We'll call you. Go home. Get some rest. You need your strength.
GEORGE
Yeah, buddy. For Pooka.
JERRY
Thanks, guys. Thanks for being there for me and . . .Pooka.
ELAINE
Hey, what are friends for, huh? C'mon, let's go. We'll go back to your place, I'll pop some popcorn -
JERRY
(a little boy)
Popcorn?
ELAINE
Suuure! We'll watch some TV . . .
GEORGE
I gotta go. I got a date with Tara. Hey buddy, you saved a cat, you saved Kramer's tooth, and you saved my shoes. Ya done good today, kid!
(gently socks Jerry on shoulder)
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EXT. NEW YORK RESTAURANT - NIGHT
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INT. NEW YORK RESTAURANT - NIGHT
KRAMER SITS AT A TABLE OPPOSITE TISH. THEY ARE HAVING DESERT.
KRAMER
Isn't that the best apple pie you ever tasted in your entire life?
TISH
It's just incredible. In fact, this whole evening has been wonderful.
KRAMER
Of course it has, of course it has.
TISH
(suggestive)
And it's not over yet.
KRAMER
Rrrowr! What say we settle on up and mosey on outta here!
KRAMER REACHES INTO HIS LEFT FRONT POCKET.
KRAMER (cont'd)
(looking down at his pants)
Ah, jeez!
CLOSE - KRAMERS LEFT FRONT POCKET
THERE IS A PLATE-SIZED STAIN ORIGINATING FROM THE POCKET.
TISH
What is it?
WIDE - THE TABLE
KRAMER
I broke a tube of medicine in my front pocket! Man, it really shows up on these pants!
TISH
Stand up. Let me see.
KRAMER TRIES TO STAND BUT TO THEIR MUTUAL SHOCK HIS LEFT LEG IMMEDIATELY GIVES OUT. HE FRANTICALLY GRABS AT THE TABLE AS HE FALLS AND TAKES THE TABLE DOWN WITH HIM IN A LOUD COMMOTION. THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT IS NOW FOCUSED ON KRAMER AND HIS DATE.
KRAMER
My leg! I can't feel my leg! I'm paralyzed! Paralyzed! Somebody help me! Is there a doctor in the house?!
JERRY'S VET, WHO HAPPENS TO BE DINING THERE, STANDS UP IN RESPONSE.
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EXT. ANOTHER NEW YORK RESTAURANT - NIGHT
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INT. ANOTHER NEW YORK RESTAURANT - NIGHT
GEORGE AND TARA ARE AT A TABLE HAVING DRINKS.
TARA
- and so I said, "Look, this whole thing stinks! Find some other bimbo for your 'Girls of the Arctic' spread! I'm not posing topless in sub-freezing temperatures!"
GEORGE PICTURES IT, SMILES. SHE DOESN'T CATCH HIM.
TARA (cont'd)
So you've been pretty quiet.
GEORGE
Me? Oh, it's just something that I've got stuck in my head. Actually it's pretty funny! You know how you get something stuck in your head and it just preoccupies all your thoughts until you just have to say something?
TARA
No.
GEORGE
Sure you do, sure you do. It's just a - funny little observation a friend of mine made today -
TARA
(smiles, leans forward)
Mm-hmm?
GEORGE
Well, for example, have you ever seen your name in a mirror -
TARA'S ATTENTION SHIFTS DIRECTLY TO SOMETHING BEHIND GEORGE OVER HIS SHOULDER.
GEORGE (cont'd)
- you know, in passing, maybe reflected in a pane of glass . . .see, if you read "Tara" backwards it's -
TARA
Wait, George, there's a good friend of mine!
GEORGE
(turning to see)
Wha - ?
TARA
(stands)
Lana!
(gestures)
Lana! Over here!
CLOSE - GEORGE
CAN BARELY CONTAIN HIMSELF.
WIDE - THE TABLE
LANA JOINS THEM. SHE IS DRESSED LIKE A LIBRARIAN, WITH HER HAIR UP IN A BUN AND EYEGLASSES WITH A CORD ATTACHMENT. SHE IS CARRYING A BRIEFCASE. TARA GREETS LANA WITH A HUG.
TARA (cont'd)
(hugs Lana close)
Lana! It's so good to see you!
LANA'S ARMS JUST HANG AS SHE LETS TARA HUG HER.
LANA
Hello, it's good to see you, too.
TARA RELEASES LANA.
TARA
(to George)
George, this is Lana, my very dear friend!
(to Lana)
Lana, this is George Costanza.
(to George, suddenly realizing)
Oh, I'm sorry, George! I completely interrupted you!
(to Lana)
George is just a riot, Lana! You'd love him. He was just going to say something funny . . .
(to George)
Go ahead, George. What were you saying?
GEORGE
You know, that is so strange! It completely went out of my head!
TARA
But you just said you couldn't get it out of your head all day.
GEORGE
Isn't that something?! Your friend Anal walked up and I completely forgot what I was saying!
LANA
Excuse me?
TARA
What . . .?
GEORGE
(thinking fast)
So, Lana, what do you do for a living?
LANA
I'm a proctologist.
GEORGE
Really? No kidding? Listen, if you'll excuse me, ladies, I have to visit the restroom . . .
GEORGE TRIES TO STAND UP, BUT FINDS HE CANNOT. HE IS STUCK TO THE SEAT.
GEORGE (cont'd)
Hey, what the . . .I can't get up! I'm - I'm stuck to the seat!
TARA
What?!
GEORGE
(trying hard to get up)
I don't understand, I . . .
(suddenly realizing)
OH - MY - GOD!!!
TARA
What is it?!
GEORGE
I had a tube of SuperGlue in my front pocket! I think it broke and ran between my . . .!
LANA
(embarrassed, starting to leave)
I'm sorry, I think I should be go -
GEORGE
(grabbing Lana's arm)
No! Wait! My God, my . . .my cheeks!
TARA
(cupping her mouth)
Oh, George . . .!
GEORGE
(to Lana, pleading)
Doc, I'm sealed up tight as a zip-loc baggy! The lunch I had, it was huge! I'm not sure how long I can hold it! You gotta help me, Doc!
WIPE TO:
INT. SAME RESTAURANT - MINUTES LATER
CHAOS: TWO COOKS FROM THE KITCHEN ARE TRYING TO CUT GEORGE LOOSE WHILE LANA CALLS AN AMBULANCE ON HER CELL PHONE.
GEORGE
(to cooks)
Hurry! Hurry, damn you! Oh, God! Oh God!
LANA
...and tell the surgeon on duty to prep for a rectalotomy!
GEORGE
A rectalotomy?! Oh, God! I knew I shouldn't have eaten that third chili-dog for lunch!
EVERYBODY BACKS A STEP AWAY FROM GEORGE IN UNISON.
CUT TO:
INT. JERRY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
JERRY AND ELAINE ARE WATCHING THE NEWS AND SHARING A BOWL OF POPCORN.
ANCHORMAN (V.O.)
- and wrapping up the late news tonight -
CLOSE ON TV SCREEN. A MAN/WOMAN ANCHOR TEAM ARE ON-THE-AIR.
ANCHORWOMAN
Two bizarre incidents in Manhattan tonight: a man in an east side restaurant became partially paralyzed due to medication he was taking, disrupting the entire restaurant and causing some damage, and ranting about a man named "Jerry."
ANCHORMAN
And on the west side, a man glued himself to a restaurant booth with a powerful adhesive and was also heard to make angry and abusive statements towards a man named "Jerry."
ANCHORWOMAN
Both men were hospitalized. The man with the paralyzed leg was treated and released. Not so lucky is the man who was glued to his seat: he is undergoing surgery to remove the cushion and separate his buttocks.
(to Anchorman)
Whoever this "Jerry" person is, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes tonight, Gabe!
(laughs)
ANCHORMAN
You can say that again, Melody!
(laughs)
JERRY AND ELAINE STARE AT THE TV TRANSFIXED. THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER, THEN BACK AT TV.
JERRY
Can I stay at your place for a few days?
ELAINE
I'm sick of the news. Any good late movies?
JERRY
(looks at a TV guide)
Oh, look! "Harvey"! I've always wanted to see that one; I just love James Stewart.
JERRY CLICKS REMOTE.
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INT. DARK BEDROOM - NIGHT
ALL THAT IS VISIBLE IS A WINDOW DEFINED BY THE MOONLIGHT STREAMING IN. THERE ARE DAINTY, FRILLY CURTAINS ON THE WINDOW.
TISH (O.S.)
Kramer, it's okay. Really. Maybe . . . maybe this was a bad idea.
KRAMER (O.S.)
I'm tellin' ya it's not me!! It's this stuff! It's all over me! I'm gonna kill Jerry!
(beat)
Ow!
TISH (O.S.)
What's wrong?
KRAMER (O.S.)
Uh, nothing, nothing. Listen, sweetheart, you got any Anbesol?
TISH (O.S.)
(shocked)
Do I . . .what?
KRAMER (O.S.)
You know, Anbesol. You put it in your-
TISH (O.S.)
Oh! You PERVERT!
KRAMER (O.S.)
Wait, no, you don't . . .
THERE IS A LOUD SLAP O.S.
KRAMER (O.S.) (cont'd)
(howling pain)
Waaaaaah!
INT. HOSPITAL - OUTSIDE OPERATING ROOM
NURSE(O.S.)
That's it, Doctor! It's not much, but we're through!
SURGEON(O.S.)
Alright people! Fire in the hole! Clear the area!
THE O.R. DOORS BURST OPEN AND THE ENTIRE SURGICAL TEAM RUSHES OUT OF THE O.R. LIKE A BOMB IS ABOUT TO GO OFF.
CUT TO:
CLOSE - GEORGE'S FACE
HE IS PRONE, FACE DOWN ON AN OPERATING TABLE.
GEORGE
(visibly straining)
Jerry, you're a dead man!
CUT TO:
EXT. HOSPITAL - STOCK - NIGHT
GEORGE(O.S.)
(howling pain)
Waaaaaah!
CUT TO:
INT. VET WAITING ROOM - DAY
JERRY AND ELAINE ENTER.
JERRY
Let's get this over with. If I think too long about it I won't go through with it.
JERRY WALKS UP TO THE RECEPTIONIST.
JERRY (cont'd)
Hello. I'm here to get my cat.
RECEPTIONIST
Oh, yes sir. We'll bring him right out.
JERRY
(under his breath)
It better be on a silver platter!
RECEPTIONIST
Excuse me?
ELAINE
He said he can't wait to hear his little pitter-patter.
RECEPTIONIST
I have your bill right here, sir. The total is nine hundred and eighty-nine dollars and two cents.
JERRY
(taking out checkbook)
"Two" cents?!
RECEPTIONIST
Two cents.
JERRY
(furiously making out check)
Look, I'm making this check out for nine-hundred and eighty-nine dollars even and I want my cat!
(he slaps check down on counter)
THE VET ENTERS WITH POOKA.
VET
(handing the cat to Jerry)
Here you go, Mr. Seinfeld. Good as new!
JERRY
(taking Pooka)
Yeah? He should be better than new! For a thousand bucks I should get the bionic cat!
(turning his attention to Pooka)
Hey, boy, how are ya, huh? You all better? Did the big mean man scare you?
(holding the cat up and rubbing noses with it)
Oh, you're just so cute yes you are yes you are! Yes you -!
JERRY SNEEZES. JERRY SNEEZES AGAIN HARDER, HANDS THE CAT TO ELAINE AND SNEEZES AGAIN EVEN HARDER.
JERRY (cont'd)
I don't know what's wrong with me! Suddenly my nose is all itchy and my eyes are all watery!
VET
Have you ever owned a cat before?
JERRY
No . . .
VET
Well, I may not be an "expert," but I'd say you're extremely allergic to the little fella.
JERRY
But this didn't happen before!
VET
That's often the case. Sometimes it takes a while for the allergy to show up.
JERRY
But, Doc! If I had known this, I never would have . . .!
JERRY LOOKS AT THE CHECK STILL SITTING ON THE COUNTER. THE VET FOLLOWS JERRY'S GAZE, REALIZING WHAT JERRY IS THINKING.
TIGHT - JERRYS EYES
DART BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THE CHECK AND THE VET, GAUGING, TIMING. WE HEAR THE CLICHE TRADEMARK 'LONELY WHISTLE' THEME FROM "THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY." SHOWDOWN!
TIGHT - THE VETS EYES
WIDE - JERRY, ELAINE AND THE VET
JERRY AND THE VET BOTH DIVE FOR THE CHECK SIMULTANEOUSLY, BOWLING OVER ELAINE IN THE PROCESS WHO, TRYING TO REGAIN BALANCE, UNTHINKINGLY WINGS THE CAT INTO THE AIR. THE ACTION FREEZES TO A TABLEAU WITH ELAINE IN MID-FALL, THE CAT (OBVIOUSLY A STUNT CAT,) IN MID-AIR, AND JERRY'S AND THE VET'S HANDS INCHES FROM TOUCHING THE CHECK. CLOSING CREDITS APPEAR ON THE SCREEN.
FADE OUT