Album Rating: 3.5
GEORGE: She was rare, Jerry! [outspreading his jacketed wings] I felt like, like…like I’d snatched the one Jason Alexander doll in a claw-game filled with hard-boiled eggs. On my first quarter!
[Canned chuckles]
JERRY: Uhh-huhhhh.
[Laughter]
JERRY: And?
GEORGE: [With rapid, dismissive finality] And sheeza fork-biter!
JERRY: [Amused] A fork-biter…?
GEORGE: She. When she eats. She. You know. Bites down. On her fork? [Provides repeated ocular re-enactment to much comic effect]
JERRY: All right, all right already, so she goes all the way down. [Gets an idea] However, you are clearly heated up about this social tragedy.
GEORGE: Heated up? O-o-o-o-oh-h-h-h, I’m on fire, pal!
JERRY: [Reaching into his coat, pinkie out, for the big reveal] Seems to me like maybe you should…cool down?
[Rip-roaring laughter; applause]
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