GRAMS: Do-do-daw-daw-daw-daw...doodly-doo

43/1     MIX TO: INT. DINER, DAY

JERRY (WITH ARM IN CAST) AND GEORGE HAVING COFFEE.

GEORGE
She ripped your arm off?!

JERRY
Right off

GEORGE
Well...was there any kind of preamble?

JERRY
No, there was no preamble. She just leaned over and ripped it off.

GEORGE
Waidasecond, there was no preamble - she just ripped it off?

JERRY
Yes.

GEORGE
I can't believe it!

JERRY
Me neither. I think I'm going off her.

GEORGE
Wise move. The old arm-ripping ritual...it's a bad omen, Jerry, I'm telling you.

JERRY
Ah well, I've got to go home and establish a sub-plot. I imagine Kramer's bought a sun-lamp or something.

GEORGE
Yeah, I'll see you lader. I've got to go and be on Duckman about five years ago.

GRAMS: Daw-dew-dee-dibbly-doo...doo-doo-de-dup-doo

43/2    NIGHTCLUB. NIGHT. JERRY ON STAGE

JERRY
Y'see, the ripping off of the arm...that should start alarm bells ringing straight away, shouldn't it? Sumthin's tellin you this relationship isn't goin anywhere. It's a bit like going to the dry-cleaner’s - you want to wear the clothes, but - hey - you do n't want a saltbeef stain to dictate the terms. That joke makes no sense, you bastards. Lucky I'm only doing this in front of fourteen extras. I mean, what's the deal with drive-in pretzel... [CONT. OVERLEAF]