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I don't know why people are surprised'
when someone gets hit in the head with a golf ball.
Have you ever watched these tournaments on TV?
You got 600 people crowding around a hole that big,
and no one can believe it when a Titleist
gets bounced off of someone's coconut.
You know, you throw a rock into a crowd,
that's considered terrorism.
But if you have a nice follow-through...
you know, that's golf.
I'm always impressed, actually,
with the golf cameraman whose job it is...
to follow the golf ball when it's in the sky.
to follow the golf ball when it's in the sky.
You know, it's a little white ball.
It's doing 100 miles an hour on a white background.
"I got it. I lost it. I got it. I lost it."
Why bother?
Aim the camera at the sky, aim it at the ground,
take a ball out of your pocket, throw it down.
Who's gonna know where the hell it came from?
[♪]
JERRY: How did you lock your keys in your car?
How? 'Cause I'm an idiot.
So why don't you get a locksmith?
I was going to, but then I found out the auto club
has this free locksmith service, so I signed up.
Just waitin' for the membership to kick in.
How long has your car
been sitting in the Yankee parking lot?
I don't know. About three days.
[DOOR OPENS]
Yeah. Hey.
Hello, boys.
You're not playing golf?
You're not playing golf?
Yes, indeed.
Calendar says winter, but the gods of spring are out.
And the course is open?
No, no.
I'm sneaking in with Stan the Caddy.
We've been going through the caddies' entrance.
Huh. No kidding. I'll tell you something else.
Stan's advice has transformed my game.
He's never wrong.
Oh, he thinks eventually I'll have a shot
at making it big on the Senior Tour.
Oh, that's my dream, Jerry.
Really? You're getting that good?
Oh. I'm the real deal.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Yeah, here, Stan. In here.
There he is. Yeah.
Jerry, George,
this is Stan the Caddy.
How you doing? Hi.
Nice to meet you.
Ready to hit the links, Kramer? You betcha.
Uh, here.
What are those, cotton pants?
Yeah, yeah.
What? Is it too cold out?
Here's what you do.
You bring a lightweight jacket.
That way, the sun comes out,
you play the jacket off the sweater.
Oh, that makes sense. That's a good call, Stan.
All right. We'll see you guys later, huh?
All right. We'll see you guys later, huh?
Yeah, we'll see ya. See ya.
BOTH: Stan the Caddy.
[♪]
Elaine?
Hi!
ELAINE: Oh, great.
It's the Braless Wonder.
Who does she think she's kidding?
Look at her. She's totally outta control.
I was thinking that woman looks like Elaine Benes.
Yeah. Ha.
What have you been up to?
Just been hanging out.
I see.
Mm. Oh, listen.
Mm. Oh, listen.
I'm having a birthday party tomorrow evening.
I'd love it if you came by.
Oh, tomorrow. Mm-hm.
I don't know if I can. No?
Yeah, I'm just really, really busy.
Oh, that's too bad. Yeah. Yeah.
Well, I hope you can get me a gift anyway.
[LAUGHING]
[CHUCKLES]
[♪]
WILHELM: George.
Mr. Wilhelm.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, but Mr. Steinbrenner and I
really want you to know we appreciate
all the hours you've been putting in.
Oh, and...confidentially,
Oh, and...confidentially,
Sozonkel, our assistant to the general manager,
hasn't really been working out,
and the boss thinks you're the man for the job.
So keep it under your hat.
[CLICKS TONGUE]
[SNAPS]
GEORGE: Assistant
to the general manger!
Do you know what that means?
He could be asking my advice on trades.
Trades, Jerry! I'm a heartbeat away.
That's a hell of an organization they're running up there.
I can't understand
why they haven't won a pennant in 15 years.
why they haven't won a pennant in 15 years.
And it is all because of that car.
See, Steinbrenner is, like,
the first guy in at the crack of dawn.
He sees my car, he figures I'm the first guy in.
Then, the last person to leave is Wilhelm.
He sees my car, he figures I'm burning the midnight oil.
Between the two of them,
they think I'm working an 18-hour day!
Locking your keys in your car
is the best career move you ever made.
Hey. Hey. How you doing?
Better now. Yeah? What happened?
Better now. Yeah? What happened?
You know Sue Ellen Mischke?
Sue Ellen Mischke?
Yeah, the woman I grew up with in Maryland.
She moved here last year. Sounds familiar.
The heiress to the Oh Henry! candy-bar fortune?
Oh, yeah. You mentioned her.
Yes. Yes. I ran into her today.
This woman has never, not once ever,
as long as I have known her, worn a bra.
Oh. It's disgusting. That is just shameless.
The woman's a pig. There's no--
Who would look at her? That's wrong. It's rude.
All right. There's no point.
Come on! Come on.
Come on! Come on.
We're only kidding. Stop.
You don't understand. See, she hasn't changed at all.
She stole my boyfriend when I was in high school.
I was at this party,
and I was dating this really cute guy.
His name was Tom Costley, by the way.
And she goes walking by in this little floozy outfit,
and he follows her right out the door.
She's your Lex Luthor.
Her birthday is coming up, see?
So I decided to get her a little present.
What are you gonna get her?
A very traditional,
A very traditional,
a very supportive...
brassiere.
There's nothing subtle about that.
No, no. She might just think it's a gift.
Have I ever bought you a jock strap as a gift?
[♪]
Ungh. Hey-ho.
What the hell are you doing here?
Aren't you supposed to be at work?
I'm thinking of getting out of town with Susan for a few days.
Her parents rebuilt the cabin.
So you're just takin' off from work?
Yeah, well, they won't know.
I got the car there.
I got the car there.
Think this is such a good idea
with you being on the verge of this big promotion?
My presence in that office can only hurt my chances.
[♪]
WOMAN [OVER INTERCOM]: Sue Ellen Mischke to see you.
Sue Ellen Mischke?
Uh, all right. Send her in.
Hi, Elaine.
Hel...lo.
I happened to be in the neighborhood,
so I thought I'd stop in
and thank you for your lovely gift.
and thank you for your lovely gift.
Oh.
You're...welcome.
Is anything wrong?
Well, Sue Ellen.
It's, uh... It's not a top.
It's a bra.
Oh, I know.
Thanks again.
[♪]
GEORGE: This is the life, isn't it, huh, kid?
You wanna check out a swap meet?
Yeah, maybe. Where'd you get that?
Oh, it was on the windshield of the car
Oh, it was on the windshield of the car
when we came out of that rest stop.
[CHUCKLES]
[PHONE RINGS]
Yo.
Hey, hey, it's George.
I need you to do me a favor. What?
I just remembered. There's this Chinese restaurant
near Yankee Stadium that puts fliers on all the cars.
So? This is what you gotta do.
I need you to go out
to the parking lot,
take the fliers off my car.
Last time you had me throwing a rye bread
up three floors to you.
Now you want me to go up to the Bronx,
take fliers off your car.
Where does it end?
All right, fine. I'll drive the three hours each way,
All right, fine. I'll drive the three hours each way,
six hours altogether, and take 'em off myself!
All right. I'll do it!
Oh. Hey, what are you up to?
Nothin'.
Wanna go see if there's fliers on George's car?
Sure.
Guess I could've said just about anything, couldn't I?
Yeah.
[♪]
[PIGEONS COOING]
Oh, man, look at this mess.
You know what's gonna happen if they see this?
You know what's gonna happen if they see this?
[SIGHS] What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
Well, we gotta get it washed.
Oh, the keys are locked inside.
Wait a second.
What are you gonna do?
I'll just snag the lock with this.
There we go.
Ah, this is quite a life I lead here, huh?
[♪]
Well, George has gotta be happy about this.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, my God.
Kramer, is that woman just wearing a bra?
KRAMER: Oh, mama.
Kramer!
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[CRASH]
[♪]
ELAINE: My God, are you okay?
Well, I got a cut on my head, and I banged my shoulder.
I guess I have to bring his car back up to the stadium,
if it can make it.
So how did this happen?
He was staring at some woman.
Well, I couldn't help it. You saw what she was wearing.
What woman?
There was this beautiful woman
walking down the street, wearing just a bra.
I can't get that image out of my mind.
Oh...my God.
What?
Was it a tall woman,
in a black blazer? Yeah.
in a black blazer? Yeah.
[GASPS]
That's Sue Ellen Mischke.
Sue Ellen Mischke?
That's the bra I gave her!
She's wearing it as a top!
A woman is walking around in broad daylight
with nothing but a bra on?!
She's a menace to society!
Hey, you know, my arm really hurts.
Wonder if it's gonna affect my golf swing.
Oh!
I got your message. How's the shoulder?
Yeah, it's my left arm. I can't swing it.
Yeah, it's my left arm. I can't swing it.
Oh, no. Not the left arm.
What happens if I can't play like I was?
What about the tour, all my dreams?
[GASPS]
I got it!
Let's sue her.
Sue her?
Yeah. She's loaded.
She's the heiress to the Oh Henry! candy-bar fortune.
No, I can't. I learned my lesson from that coffee company.
Kramer, listen to me.
Listen. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Your dreams have been shattered.
Somebody's gotta be held accountable.
Come on. We'll take her for every penny she's got.
Come on. We'll take her for every penny she's got.
What do you think, Stan?
Let's go for the green.
You know a good lawyer?
[♪]
So you're driving in the car.
You're with your friend, minding your own business.
Yeah. Then what happened?
Well, then we saw this woman,
and she was wearing a bra with no top.
No top? She didn't have a top on?
Yeah.
So I got distracted, and I crashed the car.
Well, how would you describe this woman?
Well, how would you describe this woman?
Would you say she was an attractive woman?
Oh, yeah.
So we got an attractive woman,
wearing a bra, no top,
walking around in broad daylight.
She's flouting society's conventions.
She was flouting. That's totally inappropriate.
It's lewd, lascivious, salacious, outrageous.
It was outrageous.
And she's the heir to the Oh Henry! candy-bar fortune.
Could you repeat that?
I said, she's the heir to the Oh Henry! candy-bar fortune.
Oh Henry!?
That's one of our top-selling candy bars.
That's one of our top-selling candy bars.
It's got chocolate, peanuts, nougat.
It's delicious, scrumptious, outstanding.
Have you been to a doctor?
No. Suzy.
Call Dr. Bison.
Set up an appointment for Mr. Kramer.
Tell him it's for me.
So, what do you think, Jackie? I mean, we got a case?
Like taking candy from a baby.
Tk-tk!
[♪]
I think I got it.
How about this? How about this?
We trade Jim Leyritz and Bernie Williams
We trade Jim Leyritz and Bernie Williams
for Barry Bonds.
Huh? What do you think?
That way I have Griffey and Bonds in the same outfield.
Now you got a team! I don't know, George.
I'm still worried about this car thing.
Would you stop worrying?
Well, what about the fliers?
Jerry took the fliers off the car.
I got the whole thing covered.
[ENGINE SPUTTERING, TIRES SQUEALING]
[♪]
[KNOCKING]
STEINBRENNER: Come in.
Ah, Wilhelm.
Mr. Steinbrenner, I am very concerned about George Costanza.
How about a good morning? Oh. Yes, sir.
Good morning, sir.
Good morning to you, Wilhelm.
Anyway, his car is in the parking lot,
the front end is bashed in,
and there's blood in the car, and we can't find him anywhere.
and there's blood in the car, and we can't find him anywhere.
Obviously, he was in some sort of a terrible car accident,
and trooper that he is,
he tried to make it into work, sir.
Wilhelm, listen to me. I want the stadium scoured.
He could be bleeding to death in the bullpen.
Put everyone on alert. Check the area hospitals.
Clinics, shelters. We've gotta find that kid.
Yes, sir. We must find George.
Yes, sir.
Find him, Wilhelm! Yes, sir!
[♪]
Excuse me, do you happen to know
the gentleman across the hall?
the gentleman across the hall?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Oh. Do you know if he'll be back anytime soon?
No. I don't.
Oh.
Is there something I can help you with?
No, I really just needed to speak with him.
Well, you can wait for him in here, if you like.
Oh.
Well, maybe I will.
If you don't mind. No, no, not at all.
Thanks. I'm Jerry Seinfeld.
[♪]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
What is with these people? All day long.
What is with these people? All day long.
Come in. Come in.
Oh. Mr. Steinbrenner, you know, we've searched everywhere.
There's no sign of him.
Not even anyone who remotely fits his description, sir.
Oh, my God.
Do you know what this means, Wilhelm?
What, sir?
He's dead!
Co-- Costanza's dead!
No, no, sir, well, you see--
Oh, as quickly as he came here, he's gone.
The poor little guy.
Easy. Easy, Big Stein, get it together.
Okay, Wilhelm. Yes, sir.
Find out where his parents live. Parents.
Find out where his parents live. Parents.
I'm gonna personally notify them.
And, uh, line up some candidates
to fill that "assistant to the general manager" position.
We can't grieve forever. Right.
We've gotta get back to business.
Back to business, Wilhelm! Yes, sir!
[♪]
Well, buddy, he's takin' the case.
Jackie Chiles is right on it!
Right on it! He's all over it.
Oh, really?
Why? What? What's wrong? Come on.
I don't know. So the woman was walking around in a bra.
I mean, it's no big deal. You're still driving.
I mean, it's no big deal. You're still driving.
You should've been watching the road.
Well, your attitude has certainly changed.
I don't think my attitude has changed.
Listen, I'm gonna need you to testify.
[WHIMPERS] I don't know if I can.
Jerry, Jerry, you've gotta testify.
Kramer, I don't think I-- Listen!
This is a million dollars we're talking about, Jerry.
Now, this is the big league, the big time.
Now, I need you on my team, Jerry.
Well, I'm just not sure how I feel about it, Kramer.
All right, what's gotten into you? What's happened?
Nothing's happened.
[GROANS] Dyah-gh.
[GROANS] Dyah-gh.
Oh.
What's this?
Oh. Now, wait a second. Wait a second.
Oh, I see. Yes. I--
Little Miss Candy Bar paid a visit, didn't she?
Kramer, it is not what you think.
Ahhh! I know what I think.
I think you're gaga over this dame.
She's twisted you around her little finger,
and now you're willing to sell me and Elaine,
and whoever else you have to, right down the river.
and whoever else you have to, right down the river.
And what about you?
Trying to bilk an innocent bystander
out of a family fortune, built on sweat and toil,
manufacturing quality Oh Henry! candy bars
for honest, hard-working Americans.
You're just out for sex! You're just out for money!
Ahhh!Ahhh!
Mrs. Costanza? Yes.
My name is George Steinbrenner.
I'm afraid I have some very sad news about your son.
[GASPS]
I can't believe it. He was so young.
I can't believe it. He was so young.
How could this have happened?
Well, he'd been logging some pretty heavy hours.
First one in in the morning, last one to leave at night.
That was kid a human dynamo.
Are you sure you're talking about George?
You are Mr. and Mrs. Costanza?
What the hell did you trade Jay Buhner for?
He had 30 home runs and over 100 RBIs last year.
He's got a rocket for an arm.
You don't know what the hell you're doing!
Well, Buhner was a good prospect.
No question about it.
But my baseball people loved Ken Phelps' bat.
But my baseball people loved Ken Phelps' bat.
They kept saying, "Ken Phelps."
JERRY [ON MACHINE]: I'm not here. Leave a message.
FRANK: Jerry, it's Frank Costanza.
Mr. Steinbrenner is here. George is dead. Call me back.
[MACHINE BEEPS]
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Hello.
Hey, it's George.
Where have you been? What?
I just got the most bizarre message from your father.
Steinbrenner's at your house. They think you're dead.
Dead?
Yeah, and we had an accident with your car.
It's a-- It's a little crumpled.
It's a-- It's a little crumpled.
My car's a little crumpled? Yeah, yeah.
I didn't know what to do, so I put it back at the stadium.
Wait a second. Wait a second.
They saw the car, saw the blood. They couldn't find you.
That's why Steinbrenner thinks you're dead.
All right, I gotta head back right away.
I-- I gotta figure something out here.
You gotta call your parents.
I can't. Steinbrenner might still be there.
Aren't you going to tell them you're alive?
Oh! They could use the break.
[♪]
Elaine, do you see this?
Do you see what I'm holding in my hands?
Yeah. It's a bra.
I saw a woman in our hallway
wearing one of these as a top.
What exquisite beauty.
I ran down the hallway to talk to her,
but the elevator door closed.
It was not to be.
Perhaps our paths will cross again some day.
Wh--? What is this all about?
I want to market this item
as a new direction in women's fashion.
Oh--
We're gonna sell this as a top.
Here's the angle: Zelda Fitzgerald--
Here's the angle: Zelda Fitzgerald--
Uh...somebody in the '20s,
--wearing this at wild parties, driving all the men crazy.
Have it on my desk by the end of the week.
[♪]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Come in. Come in.
Mr. Steinbrenner.
[GASPING]
Is it you?
Yeah.
It's me, sir.
[GROANING] It's been a harrowing few days.
After the car accident, I crawled into a ditch,
After the car accident, I crawled into a ditch,
and managed to survive on grubs and puddle water
until a kindly, old gentleman picked me up.
Grubs, huh? Got to admit I never tasted one of those.
Anyway, as I was lying in the puddle,
I think I may have found a way
for us to get Bonds and Griffey,
and we wouldn't have to give up that much.
Oh, don't tell it to me.
Tell it to the new assistant to the general manager.
I didn't get the job?
Well, once you were dead, we couldn't sit on our hands.
We had to make a move.
But you still have your old job.
Of course, we'll have to dock you for the time you missed.
Of course, we'll have to dock you for the time you missed.
We're running a ball club here.
I give special treatment to you, everyone will want it.
Next thing you know, it's chaos.
And I can tell you this:
Chaos does not work for the New York Yankees.
Not as long as I'm running the show!
JACKIE: So it was the meeting on the street
that prompted you to buy the bra for Miss Mischke.
Would you say that was correct?
Yes. Um--
Yes. That's correct.
And you have also brought with you
another bra exactly like the one
another bra exactly like the one
that she so flagrantly exhibited herself in?
Yes, that's correct.
What was your golf score the last round you played?
Before your shoulder was injured?
Three under par.
JACKIE: Whoo.
Three under par.
Mm.
That's what the professionals shoot, isn't it?
Well, if they're lucky.
Would you tell this jury exactly what you saw
at the corner of 83rd Street and Columbus?
JERRY: I...
don't remember.
Did you or did you not see the defendant wearing the bra?
I don't know. Maybe. Mr. Seinfeld,
I might remind you that you are under oath.
Now I ask you again.
Did you or did you not see this woman wearing a bra?
All right! I saw her. I saw her.
[CROWD MURMURING]
And she was beautiful in that bra!
I'm crazy about her!
I'm crazy about her!
I love her whole free-swinging, freewheeling attitude!
This court will come to order.
No further questions, Your Honor.
You may step down.
Well, Kramer, I think we got this wrapped up.
Yeah. Yeah.
What's your read, Stan?
You're close. You're on the green.
You just have to go for the cup.
What do you mean?
Have her try on the bra. See if it fits.
No, no, no, no. Do it, Jackie.
Stan's the man.
Stan? Who the hell is Stan?
Stan? Who the hell is Stan?
He's my caddy.
Your caddy? This is a big mistake.
Okay-- G-g--
Your Honor,
we request at this time
that Miss Mischke try on the bra.
[CROWD CHATTERING] [GAVEL CRACKING]
This court will come to order.
Go ahead, Miss Mischke, try it on.
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
It doesn't fit. I-- I can't put it on.
You damn fools. Look at that.
We got nothing now. Nothing.
I've been practicing law for 25 years.
You're listening to a caddy! This is a public humiliation.
You can't let the defendant
have control of the key piece of evidence.
Plus, she's trying it on over a leotard.
Of course, a bra's not gonna fit on over a leotard.
A bra's gotta fit right up against a person's skin.
Like a glove!
[♪]
[♪]
Oh. Hey, Elaine.
How about some lunch?
Oh. No, I don't think so.
Great job on the Gatsby Swing Top. It's a winner.
Yeah. Yeah, thanks.
You sure you don't wanna go? We have reservations.
Oh, I don't think you'll have any trouble getting a table.
Ciao.
Buh-bye.
Tsk.
[♪]
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