In Jerry's apartment, Elaine sneezed.
"Bless you," Jerry condoled briefly. Elaine and Jessie were sitting on Jerry's blue couch, Jessie farthest from Elaine as far as she could make possible without being off the couch. Elaine was blowing her nose with a Kleenex as Jessie watched Jerry opening a cupboard in his kitchen. "Thank you," Elaine replied, her voice muffled. "What evidence is there that cats are so smart anyway, huh? What do they do? Because they're clean?" Elaine pondered, appalled.
She clicked her tongue childishly.
"I'm sorry. My uncle Pete showers four times a day and he can't count to ten so don't give me hygiene," Elaine scoffed, bringing the Kleenex up to her nose again.
"Cats are cute," Jessie added bubbly.
"So, what are you gonna do?" Jerry inquired, pouring hot water from his tea kettle into a mug.
"I don't know, I can't think of any solution," Elaine supplied, dabbing at her nose before sniffing loudly. There's an uneasy silence. She glanced at Jerry evilly, Jessie badly wished to see Elaine's face in this exact moment of time.
Elaine grinned.
"Unless of course, they should meet with some unfortunate accident," she suggested mischevously.
"Elaine, you can't harm animals! Remember the tuna?" Jessie scolded her friend instantly. "Just a little," Elaine glanced to Jessie pleadingly.
"What do you think a hot man would charge to rub out a couple of cats?" Elaine asked Jerry. Jessie sighed hopelessly.
Elaine was crazy!
"Well, it couldn't be too expensive. Thirteen, fourteen bucks a cat," Jerry estimated funnily. "What do you think Jerry- since Jessie isn't on board-do you wanna make twenty-eight bucks?" Elaine interrogated seriously, waiting for Jerry's reply. "I'm no cat killer," her imparted, raising a hand defensively. He drank from his coffee mug. "How about..." Elaine began, standing up from the blue couch. "We go over there right now... and we shave them?" She asked, smirking as she walked over to Jerry.
"I'd really like to go, Elaine but George is coming back from the hospital. I gotta wait for him but otherwise, I would definitely go," Jerry nodded. Jerry responded vaguely. "Oh, man. He's nuts!" Elaine exclaimed disapprovingly as she picked up her coffee mug.
Jessie stared over to the kitchen, smiling. She didn't want any of what they were drinking, she was fine.
"Yeah, he's nuts. You wanna phump off a couple of cats," Jerry chastised as Elaine walked back to the couch.
Kramer opened the door in his usual unsteady manner. Jessie was neutral to the whole thing, sometimes she didn't notice it. He tapped the newspaper in his hand obnoxiously. "I know, I know. It's down again," Jerry said sadly, leaning against a counter.
Jessie observed the mug in his hand was the exact colour of his Navy Blue shirt.
"How much down altogether?" Kramer asked, amused as she shut the door. "I don't know, $1,500?" Jerry responded uneasily, glancing at Kramer as he drank from his drink.
Jessie was outraged, "our trip!" She yelled. "It's still on," Jerry promised lightly.
"Wow," Kramer said, surprised. "You don't have to say 'wow', I know it's wow," Jerry added, vexed.
Kramer shrugged coolly, grinning widely. "And there's that smile again," Jerry scolded. "What is that?" He demanded.
The intercom buzzed beside Kramer, scaring him as his shoulders jolted up. Kramer walked away skittishly from the door as Jerry went to answer the intercom. "It's George," he announced dully as Elaine stood by the shelf and Kramer approached the window, picking up the binoculars off the sill. He dragged down some blinds for a clear view, spying into the binoculars.
"Huh, oh, look at this one by the bus stop. Jerry, come here, take a look at this," Kramer requested, keeping a watch on something. Jessie was watching him curiously from her end of the couch she needn't crane her head. Jerry placed his mug on the kitchen/ living room table. "I really don't need to look," Jerry insisted calmly. "What a body," Kramer stated, audibly impressed. Jessie was horrified by Kramer's peeping ways. "Yeah, that's for me," he added idly as Jerry flipped through the newspaper.
"Would ya stop?" Jessie said sternly, glancing up at Jerry. "Sorry, Jessie," he responded sincerely.
"Yeah, you're just what she's looking for too," Jerry jeered, quickly glancing at his friend. "A stranger leering through a pair of binoculars ten floors up," Jerry commented mockingly. "I'm gonna go down there and try and talk to her?" Kramer announced joyously, literally hopping from one foot to the other, the pair of binoculars bounced against his chest as he darted for the door.
Jessie's eyes followed his energized movements, wishing she wasn't in such a lethargic state being anemic. Kramer finally opened the door and bolted out of there. George entered a second after, not as ecstatic as Kramer.
Jerry walked around lamely with the mug in his hand. The door swung open and Jessie eyed her friend sympathetically. Jerry raised his arms questioningly, George approached the couch making Jessie flee it as George tumbled onto the couch.
Jessie went to stand beside Jerry instantly, glaring at George for stealing her spot.
"What?" Jerry pondered aloud as the pillows on the blue couch were suddenly disarranged. "What? Did you go down there?" He interrogated as Jessie and him approach the back of the couch.
George nodded small.
Jessie leaned over and played with a few strands of what remained of George's hair soothingly.
"Did he tell you what's gonna happen?" Jerry pestered, also leaning forward.
George shook his head cheerlessly. "How long were you there?" There's a pause. "Fifteen seconds," he announced.
Jessie gently twirled a strand of his hair, frowning in concern.
"You told him you knew Simons?" Jerry inquired, George rolled onto his back and Jessie retracted her hand and rested it on her hip. "Yeah, I mentioned Simons. Next thing I knew, I'm in the parking lot," George told the couple who listened eagerly. George glanced at them briefly before returning his head to the pillow.
"Perhaps they had some kind of falling out. I'll tell you one thing- I don't know what he's got but for a sick guy he's very strong," George added as he finally ascended from the couch. Jessie ran to reclaim her seat and crossed her legs, showing off her Nike shoes. Elaine emerged from the bathroom, toilet paper at her nose.
"Well, that's it. Look, I'm going to Vermont, I don't want to think about it- I'm selling," Jerry said confidently.
"Good choice," Jessie remarked, relieved.
Elaine stood between the friends, watching George as she dabbed her nose. "Didn't work out?" Elaine questioned inaudibly, due to her stuffed nose. "Not quite," George said distractedly, patting his chest absentmindedly.
"But- what are you gonna do about the stock?" Elaine asked inquisitively. George stood beside the ajar door, his hand on the doorknob. "I'm keeping it-I'm going down with the ship." George replied, also creating a sinking motion with his hand.