JERRY: I had a very interesting lunch with George Costanza today.
JERRY: We were talking about our lives and we both kind of realized we're kids. We're not men.
KRAMER: So, then you asked yourselves, "Isn't there something more to life?"
JERRY: Yes. We did.
KRAMER: Yeah, well, let me clue you in on something. There isn't.
JERRY: There isn't?
KRAMER: Absolutely not. I mean, what are you thinking about, Jerry? Marriage? Family?
JERRY: Well . . .
KRAMER: They're prisons. Man-made prisons. You're doing time. You get up in the morning. She's there. You go to sleep at night. She's there. It's like you gotta ask permission to use the bathroom. Is it all right if I use the bathroom now?
KRAMER: Yeah, and you can forget about watching TV while you're eating.
JERRY: I can?
KRAMER: Oh, yeah. You know why? Because it's dinner time. And you know what you do at dinner?
KRAMER: You talk about your day. How was your day today? Did you have a good day today or a bad day today? Well, what kind of day was it? Well, I don't know. How about you? How was your day?
KRAMER: It's sad, Jerry. It's a sad state of affairs.
JERRY: I'm glad we had this talk.
KRAMER: Oh, you have no idea.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Do all men feel this way? Just the men of my generation? Just men my age? Just the guys I hang out with? The narcissism, the shallowness, the elevation of juvenile pleasures as sacred. It wouldn't be half as funny if it weren't true.