I don’t trust this guy. I think he re-gifted, and then he de-gifted, and now he’s using an upstairs invite as a springboard to a Super Bowl sex romp.– Jerry, about Tim Whatley, in The Label Maker
On a Sunday
Walk
Pretty much perfect conditions today, a chill in the air, but not cold as you walked, and most importantly the wind wasn’t draining. Temperature felt like it was dropping at the end so distance was about right really.
Sometimes when I think you’re the shallowest man I’ve ever met, you somehow manage to drain a little more out of the pool.– Elaine, to Jerry, in The Implant
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This peach is sub-par.– Kramer, in The Mango
On a Saturday
Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year’s gone by and how little we’ve grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it’s not to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing.– Jerry, trying not to be funny, in The Visa
Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don’t stare at it. You get a sense and then look away.– Jerry, in The Shoes
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