I suggest the manzier.
George and Kramer sit one side of a booth, facing Jerry. George is wearing a
purple shirt. Kramer’s eating a sandwich heartily. George looks as if he might
never want to eat again.
GEORGE: My father opened his shirt...
JERRY: Yeah, and?
GEORGE: (nods to Kramer) Tell him, Kramer.
KRAMER: (matter of fact) He had breasts.
George nods, Jerry has a confused expression. Kramer keeps on eating. Jerry
thinks for a moment, George can’t even look anyone in the eye.
JERRY: What d’you mean, breasts?
GEORGE: (waves his hands) Big breasts!
JERRY: So what? A lot of older men have that.
KRAMER: No, not these. These were real hooters.
Jerry pulls a face at the thought.
GEORGE: I was throwing up all night. It was like my own personal Crying Game.
KRAMER: Well, maybe you’re gonna get ‘em too, George.
GEORGE: (worried) Yeah, that’s right. What if it’s a genetic thing, like father
JERRY: But, your father’s not bald.
GEORGE: No, no no. That skips a generation. The baldness gene comes from your
JERRY: Then I suppose the bosom gene comes from your grandmother.
George snaps his finger and points, in agreement with Jerry. He continues to
look deeply worried.
KRAMER: You know, Frank can’t be too comfortable with those things clanging
around. He should wear something for support.
GEORGE: You mean like a bra?
KRAMER: A bra is for ladies. I’m talking about a support undergarment
specifically designed for men.
JERRY: Boy, that brain never stops working, does it?
KRAMER: I tell you, I’m gonna go noodle with this.
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