JERRY: [upset] Ooohhhh, what are you doing? Kramer, it's a tape! I taped the game, it's one o'clock in the morning! I avoided human contact all night to watch this.
KRAMER: Hey, I'm sorry, I...ya know, I, I thought you knew...[takes two loaves of bread out of his pockets] You got any meat?
JERRY: [a little irritated] Meat? I don't, I don't know, go...hunt! [Kramer walks to the refrigerator and sticks his head in] Well what, what happened in the game anyway?
KRAMER: [still with his head in the refrigerator] What happened? Well, they STUNK, that's what happened! [takes some meat from the refrigerator and closes it] Ya know, I almost wound up going to that game.
JERRY: [cynical] Yeah you almost went to the game. You haven't been out of the building in ten years!
KRAMER: Yeah. [Jerry sits down on the couch. Kramer sits down next to him and starts turning over the pages of a magazine. Suddenly he spots an article he likes and tears it out. Jerry looks at him with a "what-the-h...-are-you-doing-look" and Kramer asks:] Are you done with this?
JERRY: No.
KRAMER: [glues the article back with his own saliva and puts the magazine back on the table] When you're done, let me know.
JERRY: Yeah, yeah...you can have it tomorrow.
KRAMER: I thought I wasn't allowed to be in here this weekend.
JERRY: No, it's OK now, that, that girl is not comin' uh, I, I misread the whole thing.
KRAMER: You want me to talk to her?
JERRY: I don't think so.
KRAMER: Oh, I can be very persuasive. Do you know that I was almost... a lawyer. [shows with his fingers how close it was]
JERRY: That close, huh?
KRAMER: You better believe it. [The phone rings. Jerry picks it up]
JERRY: Hello...Oh, hi, Laura.
KRAMER: Give me it...let me talk to her [continues this way].
JERRY: [gestures Kramer to shut up] No believe me, I'm always up at this hour. How are you?...great...sure...What time does the plane get in?...I got my friend George to take me...[Kramer suddenly notices something in the Mets-gam