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THE FUSILLI JERRY
Season 6, Episode # 19
Original Air Date:  April 27, 1995
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Cast:
  Jerry................................Jerry Seinfeld
  Elaine...............................Julia Louis-Dreyfus
  Kramer...............................Michael Richards
  George...............................Jason Alexander
Guest Starring:
  Estelle..............................Estelle Harris
  Frank................................Jerry Stiller
  David................................Patrick Warburton
  Nancy................................Marla Sucharetza
  Dr. Cooperman........................Lou Cutell
  Clerk................................Yvette Cruise
  Security Guard.......................Jeff Coopwood
  Sally................................Judith Shelton
  Doctor...............................Apollo Dukakis
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[Opening Scene:  Jerry and Elaine are outside, heading towards the apartment
building]
Jerry:  I hear you're going out with David Putty.
Elaine:  Yeah.  What, is it a problem?
Jerry:  Well, I think he could've asked me.  Supposed to be a friend of mine.
Elaine:  Well, I guess he figured you just wouldn�t care.  It *has* been a
few years.
Jerry:  Elaine, you always care who an ex-girlfriend dates.  You don't want
it to be someone you know, and you don't want it to be someone better than
you.  Now, even though the latter is *obviously* impossible.
Elaine:  Oh, god.
Jerry:  The former still applies.  I don't know what it is, but I just can't
see you with a mechanic.
Elaine:  Oh, yeah.  Right, right.  Well, all those mechanics do is work all
day with their hands and their *big*, *muscular* arms on machines, and then
they come home dripping with animal sexuality like Stanley Kowalski.  What a
huge turn-off that is.
Jerry:  All right�.
[At Monk's, George and Estelle are looking over their menus]
George:  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 *todays*
the day.
Estelle:  So what if they have a lobster.  Suddenly you're a shell-fish
connoisseur.
George:  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.
Estelle:  So, I'm getting an eye job.
George:  An eye job?  Ma, you don't need an eye job.
Estelle:  Georgie, I'm a divorcee.
George:  No, you're not a divorcee.  You�re just separated.  You're---you're
a separatee.
Estelle:  Well, I'm out there, George.
George:  No, you're not out there.
Estelle:  I am, too!
George:  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!
Estelle:  Well, anyway, the operation is on Tuesday and I need you to drive
me home because I'll be all drugged up.
George:  Tuesday?  I can't do it Tuesday.  Steinbrenner needs me to run---
Estelle:  This is the only time the doctor *has*.
[Kramer walks by their table on his way out]
George:  Kramer, hey, hey! [Gets up out of his seat]
Kramer:  Hi, little buddy.
George:  Come on over and sit down.
Kramer:  Hey, listen, I gotta go somewhere.
George:  No, you're gonna sit down, you son of a gun...
Kramer:  All right, I'm sitting down.  How are you?  [Kisses Estelle on the
cheek]
Estelle:  So, Kramer.  I'm getting an eye job.
Kramer:  Oh, yeah, good for you.  Hey, you have to look your best.  You're
out
there now.
George:  She's not out there!
Kramer:  So, who is your doctor?
Estelle:  Uh, Bakersoll.
Kramer:  [whistles].  He's good.  He's *very* good.  He worked on this kid
from Guatemala with no nose.  Turned him into Ricardo Montalban.
George:  Hey, Kramer, what are you doing Tuesday?
Kramer:  Tuesday?  Uh...
George:  Why doesn't *he* pick you up after the operation.  He's got the car
with the bench seats that you like.
Estelle:  Oh, I don't care.
Kramer:  Yeah, I know, but I can't drive anybody anywhere until I go down to
the motor vehicle bureau and get my new plates.
George:  Well, giddy-up!
[At the motor vehicle bureau...]
Kramer:  Yeah, I'm here to pick up my new plates.  My name is Kramer.  Cosmo
Kramer.
Clerk:  Kramer....  [checks computer]  All right...
Kramer:  All righty...
Clerk:  Sign right here, please. [hands over clipboard]
Kramer:  [signs it]  Okay. [The clerk hands him a manila envelope].  Thanks.
 [opens up the envelope�]  Assman?  Oh, no, these don't belong to me.  I'm
not the Assman.  I think there's been a mistake.
Clerk:  What's your name again?
Kramer:  Cosmo Kramer.
Clerk:  [checks computer again]  Cosmo Kramer.  You *are* the Assman.
Kramer:  No!  I'm not the Assman.
Clerk:  Well, as far as the state of New York is concerned, you are.
[Failing to clear up the mistake, Kramer drives off with the new plates
attached]  
[Meanwhile, we join Elaine and David---in bed, I should add.  David, who
apparently looks satisfied, is still breathless.  Elaine, on the other hand,
is looking somewhat, preoccupied]
David:  How do you feel?
Elaine:  Fine.
David:  Something the matter?
Elaine:  No.
David:  Then what is it?
Elaine:  No, nothing.
[Later on, at Monk's, Jerry has just come in to meet Elaine.  He joins her at
the booth]
Jerry:  Hi.
Elaine:  I was with David *Putty* last night. 
Jerry:  Yeah, so.
Elaine:  He did the move.
Jerry:  What move?
Elaine:  You know...*the* move.
Jerry:  Wait a second.  *My* move?
[Elaine nods].
Jerry:  David Putty used *my* move?
Elaine:  Yes, yes.
Jerry:  Are you sure?
Elaine:  Jerry!  There is no confusing *that* move with any other move.
Jerry:  I can't believe it.  He *stole* my move.
Elaine:  What else did you tell [reaches over to slap Jerry] him. [does it
again]  The two of you must have had *quite* a little chat!
Jerry:  Oh, it wasn't like that!  I didn't even mention you.  You know, we
were in the garage.  You know how garages are.  They're conducive to sex
talk.  It's a high-testosterone area.
Elaine:  Because of all the pistons and the lube jobs?
Jerry:  Well, I'm going down to that garage and telling him to stop doing it.
Elaine:  Well, wait---wait a second.
Jerry:  What?
Elaine:  Isn't that a little...rash?
Jerry:  No!  He stole my move!
Elaine:  Yeah, but...*I* like the move.
Jerry:  Yeah, but it's like another comedian stealing my material.
Elaine:  Well, he doesn't even do it exactly the same.  He--he--he uses a
pinch at the end instead of the *swirl*!
Jerry:  Oh, yeah.  The pinch.  *I've* done the pinch.  That's not new.
 Besides which, I don't know how you could trust any of his moves now.  His
whole *repertoire* could be lifted.
Elaine:  You know, it's strange, because he's such an honest mechanic.
Jerry:  I know, he's probably the only honest mechanic in New York.
[Later, Jerry and George are outside, where Jerry has just bought a candy bar
at the newsstand]
Jerry:  ...so he stole my move and he's using it on Elaine.
George:  You told David Putty your move and you didn't tell *me*?  I *need* a
move.  You know I have no moves, Jerry.  [points to the candy bar]  Gimme a
bite.
Jerry:  Can I just get it opened first?
George:  I can't believe you're hoarding sex moves.  I'm out there rubbing
two sticks together.  You walk around with a zippo.
Jerry:  All right, all right.  Here.  [hands George a piece of the candy
bar].
George:  [takes a bite]  Oh, that's good.  That's very good.
Jerry:  You feel better?
George:  Yeah, much better.  All right, so what's the move, because I need
*something*.  This woman I'm dating, it's like she's doing her nails during
love-making.
Jerry:  Nancy Klopper?
George:  Yeah.  Never seen anyone so bored.  I'm working like a dog here.
 Give me a moan.  *Something*.  I'd settle for a belch, for god's sake.  All
right, come on, let's have it.
Jerry:  All right, George.  I'm gonna tell you.  But I just wanna make sure,
before---
George:  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  It's in the vault.  I'm putting it in the vault.
Jerry:  It's not even a question of that.  The point is when something like
this is passed along, one must be certain that it's going to be used in a
*conscientious* way.  This is not some parlor trick to be used---
George:  You're gonna tell me...or not.
Jerry:  All right.  On your bed.  You got a headboard?  You'll need a
headboard.
George:  I got a headboard.
Jerry:  Is it padded?
George:  No.
Jerry:  Good.  How tall is she?
George:  Five-foot four.  Why?
Jerry:  You can't have more than a one-foot differential in your heights.
 Otherwise, you could really hurt your neck.
George:  I can't tell ya how much I appreciate this.
Jerry:  George, if you could master this, you'll never be alone again.
[Back at Jerry's apartment: Jerry and George have just walked in, still
conversing on the same subject]
Jerry:  Now, the ending is kind of an option.  I use the swirl.  I like the
swirl.  I'm comfortable with the swirl.   *I* feel the swirl is a great
capper.  He uses the pinch, which I find a little presumptuous.
George:  Is it a clockwise swirl?
Jerry:  I prefer clockwise, but it's not written in stone.
[Kramer enters, holding an object of some kind].
Kramer:  Here you go, buddy.  [shows it to Jerry].
Jerry:  What is it?
Kramer:  *Fusilli* Jerry!  It's made from Fusilli pasta.  See the microphone?
Jerry:  When did you do this?
Kramer:  In my spare time.  [turns to George].  You know, I'm working on one
of you, George.  I'm using ravioli.  See, the hard part is to find a pasta
that captures the individual.
Jerry:  Oh...  Why Fusilli?
Kramer:  Because *you're* silly.  Get it?  [hands the Fusilli to Jerry]
 Yeah...
Jerry:  Well, thank you very much.
George:  So, did you get your new plates?
Kramer:  Oh...yeah.  I got my new plates.  But they mixed them up.  Somebody
got mine and I got their *vanity* plates.
George:  What do they say?
Kramer:  Assman.
Jerry:  Assman?
Kramer:  Yeah.  Assman, Jerry.  I'm Cosmo Kramer, the Assman!
Jerry:  Who would order a license plate that says "Assman"?
George:  Maybe they're Wilt Chamberlain's.
Jerry:  It doesn't have to be someone who gets a lot of women.  It could be
just some guy with a big ass.
Kramer:  Yeah, or it could be a proctologist.
Jerry:  Yeah.  Proctologist.
George:  Come on!  No doctor would put that on his car.
Kramer:  Have you ever *met* a proctologist?  Well, they usually have a very
good sense of humor.  You meet a proctologist at a party, don't walk away.
 *Plant* yourself there, because you will hear the funniest stories you've
ever heard.  See, no one wants to admit to them that they *stuck* something
up there.  Never!  It's always an accident.  Every proctologist story ends in
the same way:  "It was a million to one shot, Doc.  Million to one."
[A phone rings in the distant]
Kramer:  Oh!  There's my phone.  [He leaves]
George:  So, where you gonna stick this [points to the Fusilli Jerry]
Jerry:  I'll tell you where I'd like to stick it.
[We cut to the garage where David Putty is working on a car.  Jerry walks in]
Jerry:  Hey, David.
David:  Oh, hi, Jerry.
Jerry:  Hey, what's the story?  I hear you're doing my move.
David:  What move?
Jerry:  What move?  *My* move.  The one I told you about.  You used it on
Elaine.
David:  You're move?  What, are you kidding?  I was doing that before I knew
you.  All you told me about was the ending.
Jerry:  The ending is the whole thing.  Without the ending, it's nothing.
 You had *nothing*.
David:  Oh, that ending was *so* obvious.  I would have figured it out
anyway.  I didn't need you to tell me that stupid twist.
Jerry:  Swirl.
David:  Whatever.  I don't even do it.
Jerry:  Oh, yeah, I know.  You do the *pinch*.
David:  Yeah, that's right.
Jerry:  You can't come up with your own stuff , so you *steal* other peoples?
 You're nothing but a hack.
David:  Are you through, 'cuz, uh, I gotta get back to work.
Jerry:  Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, you know.  If you wanna do it out
of town...okay.  But not in the city.
David:  All right, how about the next time your car breaks down, you take
*that* out of town.
Jerry:  Fine.
David:  Good!
[While driving, Jerry hits a pothole and his car is now making a clanking
noise]  
[We join George and Nancy, who are....getting busy under the covers.]
Nancy:  Ow, George!  [crawls out from beneath the covers]  What are you
doing?
George:  [pops his head out of the covers, looking a bit confused]  Uh...you
know, uh...pleasuring you.
Nancy:  Well, stop it!
George:  You don't like the move?
Nancy:  No.  I don't.
George:  You're kidding.
Nancy:  No, I'm not.  It feels like aliens poking at my body.
George:  Sorry.  I'll just go back to my usual routine.
[Back to Elaine and David in the middle of, uh...you know...]
Elaine:  Oh, god!  Oh, god, Dave!  Oh, yes!  Yes!
David:  No, I'm sorry.
Elaine:  What?!!
David:  I can't do the move.
Elaine:  What?
David:  Oh, he's ruined it for me.
Elaine:  Oh, oh, come on, please?
David:  No, he called me a hack.  I'm just not into doing it anymore.
Elaine:  Oh, so---so that's it?
David:  I'll come up with some new stuff.
[Cut to Kramer heading towards his car.  He picks up a note on his windshield
and reads it...]
Kramer:  "Call me.  Thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-six.  I think I have what
you're looking for."  [Pleased by the note, Kramer stumbles into his car].
[Meanwhile, Estelle is at Dr. Bakersoll�s office]
Dr. Bakersoll:  I must caution you about one thing.  You can't cry for at
least ten day.  You can ruin the operation.
Estelle:  Oh, okay.
Dr. Bakersoll:  Now, is someone coming to pick you up?
Estelle:  Yes, my son's friend should be here any minute.
[In the parking lot just outside, Kramer has pulls into a "Doctors Only"
space]
Security Guard:  Can I help you?
Kramer:  Ah, yeah.  Doctor Cosmo Kramer.  [points to plate]  Proctology.
Security Guard:  Oh, oh, okay.  Sure...
Kramer:  Thanks.  Have a good day.
[Kramer is driving Estelle home]
Kramer:  I just can't get over how fantastic you look.
Estelle:  Oh, really?
Kramer:  Oh, yeah.  This takes twenty years off.
Estelle:  And it was all done by laser.  I don't even need bandages.
[As a car passes Kramer, someone yells out, "Yo, Assman!  Look at the
Assman!"  Kramer waves].
Estelle:  Did he say "Assman"?
Kramer:  Oh, yeah.
Estelle:  Oh my goodness.
[Another car passes:  "Hey, the Assman's in town!"]
Kramer:  You got that straight!
Estelle:  Boy.  I never dreamed it could make such a difference.
[Kramer makes a sudden stop, and in a protective gesture, he sticks his arm
out in front of Estelle.]  
[Back to Jerry�s apartment]
Jerry:  You must have done *something* wrong.  You probably screwed up the
order.  Did you close with the swirl?
George:  Supposed to close with the swirl?
Jerry:  Oh my god.  Yes, you close with the swirl.  There's a progression
there.  I told you to write it down.
George:  Yeah, yeah, should've written it down.
[Bzzz.  Jerry walks over to answer it]
Jerry:  Yeah?
Buzzer:  Elaine.
Jerry:  C'mon up.  [turns to George]  You know what?  Do me a favor.  Don't
even do the move anymore.  You're gonna give it a bad name.
[The phone rings]
Jerry:  Hello?  Yeah, this is Jerry Seinfeld.  What?  Twenty-eight hundred
dollars?!!  That's the estimate on my car?!!  No, don't even do anything.
 I'm gonna think about it.  Okay, bye.
George:  What's to think about?  If Putty says it's what it is, it's what it
is.  He's not gonna cheat you.
Jerry:  Except that it's not Putty.
George:  What happened to Putty?
Jerry:  Eh, we had a little fight about the move.  I took her to this other
place.  I think they might be trying to screw me.
George:  Well, of course they're trying to screw you.  What do you think?
 That's what they do.  They can make up anything.  Nobody knows.  "By the
way, you need a new Johnson rod in there."  "Oh, a Johnson rod.  Yeah, well,
you better put one of those on."
[Elaine comes in looking a bit peeved]
Jerry:  Hey, Elaine.
Elaine:  Yeah, yeah, hello.
Jerry:  Is it something I said?
Elaine:  Yes!  As a matter of fact!  David Putty won't do the move anymore.
Jerry:  Really?
Elaine:  Oh, he's come up with some other move.  You should see this thing.
Jerry:  What is it?
Elaine:  Oh, it's a lot of just fancy-schmancy stuff.  You know what it's
like?  It's like a big budget movie with a story that goes *nowhere*.
Jerry:  Huh.
Elaine:  I mean, this move is no good, Jerry.  It's just taking up a lot of
my time.  And I...will not stand by and allow him to perform this move on me,
when a perfectly good move is just sitting in the barn doing nothing!
George:  Let me ask you a question.  This new move.  Is there a knuckle
involved in any way?
Elaine:  Yes.  As a matter of fact, there is.
George:  I think that's mine.
Elaine:  I'm not surprised.
Jerry:  Listen.  I need you to do me a favor.  When's the next time you're
gonna see him?
Elaine:  Why?
Jerry:  You gotta get an estimate on my car from him.  I think this garage is
trying to screw me.
Elaine:  An estimate?  How am I supposed to do that?
Jerry:  Well, look.  Here's the work order with everything that broke.  Just
kind of bring it up at the right time and find out.  [hands Elaine the work
order]
Elaine:  [takes the work order and points to the Fusilli Jerry sitting on the
table] What?  What is this?
Jerry:  That's, uh, Fusilli Jerry.
Elaine:  Fusilli Jerry?
Jerry:  Yeah.  Kramer made it.
George:  All right, listen, I'll see you guys later.
[As George is leaving, Kramer comes in with a female companion]
Jerry:  Hey, Assman!
Kramer:  Hey, well, this is Sally.
Sally:  Hello.
Jerry:  Hi.
Elaine:  Hi.
Kramer:  Shall we go?
Sally:  Okay.  [turns around and walks out with an exaggerated swing of her
hips]
[Elaine, Jerry, and George make a face]
[Back at the Costanzass house...]
Estelle:  You can't face the fact that I'm improving myself.
Frank:  You're not the only one improving yourself.  I worked out with a
dumbbell yesterday.  I feel *vigorous*.
Estelle:  Just�take your mail and go home.  I have things to do.
Frank:  I got things to do, too.
Estelle:  Don't upset me!  I can't cry!
Frank:  Getting an eye job like some Manhattanite, huh?
Estelle:  Well, it's already working.  Kramer made a pass at me.
Frank:  Kramer made a pass at you?  You're crazy.
Estelle:  I'm not crazy.  He stopped short and made a grab.
Frank:  He stopped short?  That's my move.  I'm gonna kill him!
[Once again, we join Elaine and David...in bed as usual...doing what they do
best]
Elaine:  Hey, let me ask you a question.
David:  Sure.
Elaine:  What do you charge for blown shocks?
David:  What?
Elaine:  Two, three hundred?
David:  I don't know.  Maybe five hundred.
Elaine:  Ah.  
[They go back to kissing]
Elaine:  What about a bad gasket?
David:  Bad gasket?
Elaine:  Yeah.  Like a terrible gasket.
David:  What is all this?
Elaine:  Nothing, nothing.  I'm just taking an interest in what you...do.
David:  What kind of car is it?
Elaine:  Oh...any kind of---of a Swedish car.
David:  All together, that could run about sixteen hundred.
Elaine:  Oh.
[Kiss again]
Elaine:  Is that with the parts and labor?
David:  Uh-huh.
Elaine:  Hmm.
[Kiss...again]
Elaine:  Oh, no.  No, David.  No, please.  Not the knuckle....
[Back to George and Nancy in bed.  George is looking quite pleased with
himself.  Nancy, on the other hand, looks...bewildered...pleasantly
surprised...]
Nancy:  Wow.  That was...*great*.  I mean...*wow*.
George:  It just came to me.
Nancy:  I---I've never in my life have---have I---.  What was that?
George:  You mean in the end?
Nancy:  Uh-huh.
George:  A counter-clockwise swirl.
[Spotting something on George's hand]
Nancy:  What's that?
George:  What?
Nancy:  On---on your hand?  Let me see what's on your hand.
George:  Nothing.  I don't know...just a little dirt.
Nancy:  Give me that. [grabs his hand]  I wanna see what's on your hand.
[They struggle for a bit, but Nancy finally gets a hold of his hand and tries
to make out the scribble]
Nancy:  Number one.  Take her leg....  Oh, my god!  Crib notes?  You've got
crib notes?!!
George:  It's a very complicated move!  I couldn't remember it all.
Nancy:  Oh, my god, you're sick.  [gets out of bed]
George:  You know, it's not the S.A.T.s!
[Cut to Frank on the streets.  He spots Kramer's car.  He looks inside the
back window and sees the "Bro"---or is it the "Manssierre"?  He checks out
the plates]
Frank:  Assman?  I'll get him, Assman!
[Back to Jerry's apartment]
Jerry:  Sixteen hundred dollars?  That's all?  *Ooh*, they are ripping me
off.
Elaine:  So what are you going to do?
Jerry:  Well, that's it.  I'm going back to Putty.  No move is worth this.
Elaine:  Oh!  You mean you don't care if he does the move anymore?  
Jerry:  Are you kidding?  He can do every move I've ever done!  Do you know
what a good mechanic is worth?  You can't compare that to sex.
[There's a knock at the door and Jerry goes over to answer it]
Jerry:  Hi, Mr. Constanza.  What's uh...?
Frank:  Where's your friend Kramer?
Jerry:  I don't know.  Why?
Frank:  Because I'm looking for him.  That's why.  He stopped short.
Jerry:  What do you mean?
Frank:  In a car, with my wife.  He stopped short.  You think I don't know
what that's about?  That's my old move!  I used it on Estelle forty years
ago!  I told everybody about it!  Everybody knows!  [Demonstrates]  Hmmph!  I
stopped short.
Jerry:  Really, stopping short.  That's a good move.
Frank:  You're not kidding it's a good move!
[Kramer walks in.]
Kramer:  Hey.
Jerry:  Hey.
Kramer:  Hey, Frank.
Frank:  Don't Frank me!  I know what you did.  How dare you stop short with
my wife!
Kramer:  C'mon, Frank, relax.  I don't even know what you're talking about.  
[Frank backs Kramer into the table, knocking the Fusilli Jerry to the floor]
Frank:  You think I don't know, Assman?!!  To think I almost split the
profits on the Manssierre with you.
Kramer:  Bro.
Frank:  Manssierre!
Kramer:  Bro!
Frank:  Manssierre!  You...!
[Frank grabs Kramer by the collar and in doing so, he slips and falls right
on top of the Fusilli Jerry]
Frank:  Aah!!!
Jerry:  Oh, my god!
[Everyone gasps in horror, including George, who was just walking in at that
very moment]
[At the medical center, the gang is in the waiting room, waiting for the word
on
Frank's condition.  Looks like they're still in shock]
Jerry:  If I wasn't there, I wouldn't have believed it.
Elaine:  Me either.
George:  They say this guy's the best.
Jerry:  He had to use cork-screw pasta.
[At that thought, Jerry, George, and Elaine shift uncomfortably in their
seats.  Meanwhile, Kramer is checking out the pictures on the wall.  He spots
something...]
Kramer:  Jerry.  Jerry, come here.  Take a look at this.
[Jerry joins him]
Kramer:  The name on the boat.  Look at it.
Jerry:  Assman!
Kramer:  Yeah [points towards the doctor�s office], he's the Assman!  Jerry,
*he's* the Assman! 
[The doctor walks in]
Doctor:  Which one is the son?
George:  [stands up]  I am.
Doctor:  Ah.  I'm Doctor Cooperman.  I just want you to know that this won't
take long.  And he's going to be fine.
[Kramer stops Dr. Cooperman at the door.]
Kramer:  Yeah, excuse me, uh...  You didn't by any chance recently get the
wrong license plates?
Dr. Cooperman:  Yes.  I'm still waiting for the motor vehicle bureau to
straighten it out.
Kramer:  So...you're the Assman.
[Dr. Cooperman winks and heads back to where Frank is waiting]
Frank:  It was a million to one shot, Doc.  Million to one.
[Back at the Costanza's house, George and Frank are just walking in]
Estelle:  Where have you been?!!  You were supposed to fix the stove!  I've
been waiting for hours!
Frank:  I fell on some Fusilli.
Estelle:  Fusilli?
Frank:  You know, the corkscrew pasta.  It was a Fusilli Jerry.  It got stuck
in me.  Had to go to the proctologist.
Estelle:  The proctologist?  Are you okay?
Frank:  Yeah.
Estelle:  Oh, I was so worried.  [grabs a couple of tissues from the box]
George:  Ma, don't cry!
Estelle:  Oh, I can't help it!
George:  Ma, your eyes!
Estelle:  Oh!
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Script by Anna K. Lee (AnnaKrL@aol.com)
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