(Literally)
“Oh and waiter, bring me a glass of wat...oh, it’s you, Obama.”
Ah, if only he’d pulled it out from under her — that would have been historic!!
PULL!
That poor chair! :(
Oh, pewwwww! Whats that smell?!
He is invading her space!
“If I look down I’ll go blind.”
An African-American holding a chair for a white woman? Where’s the outrage in the black community? /s
"Put her in the Comfy Chair!!!"
" Does someone have a shoehorn?"
TOM: Hey.
JERRY: Hey. The butler’s here.
TOM: He is? Listen. When he’s finished, send him over to my house.
JERRY: I’m not sending him to your house.
TOM: Why not?
JERRY: Because the judge decreed he’d become my butler, not my friend’s butler.
TOM: Jerry, he is your butler. You can give him any order you want. That’s what butlers do.
JERRY: But I don’t want to.
KRAMER: Jerry, my house is a pigsty, come on.
(buzzer, Jerry presses the button)
JERRY: Yeah?
SANDI: (from the buzzer’s speaker) It’s Elaine.
JERRY: Come on up.
(The butler comes back from the bedroom with a can of Pledge)
CHARLES: I need more Pledge.
JERRY: More Pledge! I just bought two cans last week and I don’t even have any wood in the house!
CHARLES: Well, it goes fast.
(Sandi enters)
SANDI: (to Charles, very friendly) Hello.
CHARLES: Hello. (he goes back in the bedroom)
JERRY: What’s all this about?
SANDI: We had a date.
JERRY: You had a date? You went out with my butler? Who said you could go out with my butler?
SANDI: Why do I need your permission?
JERRY: Because he’s my butler!
< /seinfeld >
"Iron your shirt?? Push in my chair!!!"