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At Monk's Café, George and Estelle are looking over their menus
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George
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Look at that. They got lobster on the menu. Who would order a lobster here. I mean, do they bring a lobster in everyday hoping today's the day.
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Estelle
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So what if they have a lobster. Suddenly you're a shell-fish connoisseur.
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George
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You know, I think we really need to be in front of a television set. You take T.V. out of this relationship, it is just torture.
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Estelle
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So, I'm getting an eye job.
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George
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An eye job? Ma, you don't need an eye job.
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Estelle
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Georgie, I'm a divorcee.
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George
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No, you're not a divorcee. You’re just separated. You're---you're a separatee.
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Estelle
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Well, I'm out there, George.
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George
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No, you're not out there.
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Estelle
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I am, too!
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George
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You're not out there! You can't be, because I am out there. And if I see you out there, there's not enough voltage in this world to electroshock me back into coherence!
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Estelle
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Well, anyway, the operation is on Tuesday and I need you to drive me home because I'll be all drugged up.
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George
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Tuesday? I can't do it Tuesday. Steinbrenner needs me to run---
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Estelle
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This is the only time the doctor has.
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[Kramer walks by their table on his way out]
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George
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Kramer, hey, hey! [Gets up out of his seat]
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Kramer
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Hi, little buddy.
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George
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Come on over and sit down.
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Kramer
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Hey, listen, I got to go somewhere.
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George
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No, you're going to sit down, you son of a gun...
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Kramer
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All right, I'm sitting down. How are you? [Kisses Estelle on the cheek]
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Estelle
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So, Kramer. I'm getting an eye job.
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Kramer
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Oh, yeah, good for you. Hey, you have to look your best. You're out there now.
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George
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She's not out there!
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Kramer
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So, who is your doctor?
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Estelle
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Uh, Bakersoll.
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Kramer
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[whistles]. He's good. He's very good. He worked on this kid from Guatemala with no nose. Turned him into Ricardo Montalban.
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George
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Hey, Kramer, what are you doing Tuesday?
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Kramer
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Tuesday? Uh...
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George
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Why doesn't he pick you up after the operation. He's got the car with the bench seats that you like.
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Estelle
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Oh, I don't care.
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Kramer
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Yeah, I know, but I can't drive anybody anywhere until I go down to the motor vehicle bureau and get my new plates.
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George
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Well, giddy-up!
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