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Jerry's Car
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[The gang drives along in Jerry's car with the top down. Elaine and Kramer sit in the back, George is shotgun, and Jerry behind the wheel.]
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George
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Man, I'm starving.
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Elaine
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How can you be hungry after what you ate at that Mets game?
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George
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Because ballpark food doesn't count as real food.
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Jerry
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Right. It's just an activity. It's like that paddle with the ball and the rubber band.
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Kramer
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You know, my friend Bob Saccamano made a fortune off of those. See he came up with the idea for the rubber band. Before that, people would just hit the ball, and it would fly away.
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Jerry
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I can't believe you all made me leave before the end of the game.
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Elaine
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Oh, come on, Jerry. It was 9 to nothing. We were getting shellacked.
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George
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Those nachos are killing me.
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Elaine
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I thought you were hungry.
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George
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It's complicated.
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Kramer
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Come on, Jerry, you're going to miss the exit.
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Jerry
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Keep your shirt on. I got it.
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Elaine
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Watch out for that maroon Golf.
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Kramer
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Oh, boy.
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Jerry
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Look at this guy. He's trying to box me out.
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Kramer
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I'll tell you when you can go. Wait, wait, wait, Wait-- now, now, now. No, no, no. Go, go! No, no. Wait-- now, now! Now! Jerry! Go--ahh...
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[Jerry swerves into another lane. Lamar, the driver of the maroon Golf honks the horn.]
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Jerry
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Oh, calm down, maroon Golf. He thinks I cut him off. He accelerated.
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Kramer
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You want me to moon him? Ooh, let's moon him. Roll up your window. Let's do a pressed ham under glass.
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Elaine
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Oh, no, I couldn't do that.
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Kramer
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Look at this, look at this. He's giving us the finger.
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Elaine
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Oh, all right.
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Kramer
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Yeah.
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[Elaine and Kramer get up to moon Lamar.]
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