ELAINE: Hey, what are you reading? GEORGE: Oh, uh, “The Falconer” by John Cheever. It’s really excellent. ELAINE: John Cheever, you ever read any of his stuff? JERRY: Uh, yeah, I’m familiar with some of his writing. look, we gotta get back to work. We just had a big breakthrough here. ELAINE: Okay, I’ll leave you two alone. JERRY: Okay. ELAINE: Maybe I’ll go visit my mother. She just bought me some new panties and they’re - all laid out for me.
GEORGE: Alright, so, go ahead. JERRY: So we go back to my apartment.. GEORGE: Woah. Whoa! Woah! JERRY: So, we’re, uh, foolin’ around there.. you know, it’s getting a little passionate.. and, uh, she starts with the dirty talking. GEORGE: Alright, alright, hold on! (Jerry has George’s full attention) Time out! Woah, woah! What did she say? JERRY: Oh, you know, the usual.. GEORGE: No, I don’t know. How do I know the usual? JERRY: Typical things. GEORGE: What typical? Gimme typical. Gimme some typical. JERRY: She says, uh.. (Mumbles something inaudible) GEORGE: …That’s very dirty. That’s absolutely filthy.
George: Did she do it on purpose? Jerry: It was my fault, I told her the wrong door. George: I was supposed to see her. She wasn’t supposed to see me. Jerry: So what? George: Well ordinarily I wouldn’t mind. But… Jerry: But… George: Well I just got back from swimming in the pool. And the water was cold… Jerry: Oh… You mean… shrinkage. George: Yes. Significant shrinkage! Jerry: So you feel you were short changed. George: Yes! I mean, if she thinks that’s me she’s under a complete misapprehension. That was not me, Jerry. That was not me.