Elaine sits across from Jerry and George, furious.
ELAINE: I think I’m being ghosted.
JERRY: Ghosted?
ELAINE: I bled on his sheets.
Jerry stops mid-sip.
JERRY: You what?
ELAINE: I bled. A little. On his sheets.
JERRY: On the sheets?
ELAINE: Yes, Jerry. On the sheets. Where else would it happen, the drapes?
JERRY: I don’t know. I just feel like sheets are sacred. They’re the final barrier between man and mattress.
GEORGE: What color were they?
ELAINE: White.
GEORGE: Arrogant. White sheets are arrogant.
JERRY: Very arrogant.
GEORGE: White sheets say, “Nothing human will ever happen here.”
ELAINE: It was barely anything! He acted like I threw a body in his bed.
JERRY: I’m not a blood guy.
ELAINE: Nobody is asking you to be a blood guy.
JERRY: Some men are blood guys.
GEORGE: I could be a blood guy.
JERRY: You faint when you cut a tomato.
GEORGE: I don't like the juices!
ELAINE: Anyway, I apologized, I helped him take the sheets off, I offered to buy him new ones, and then he gave me a side hug.
JERRY: Side hug? That’s not a hug. That’s a hallway maneuver.
ELAINE: Exactly! And now he hasn’t answered me in a week and a half.
GEORGE: Wait. You offered to buy him new sheets?
ELAINE: Yes.
GEORGE: And he ghosted before receiving the sheets?
JERRY: Rookie mistake.
GEORGE: Amateur. You accept the sheets, then disappear slowly. That’s etiquette.
ELAINE: You’re both disgusting.
GEORGE: I wouldn’t stop at sheets.
ELAINE: Of course you wouldn’t.
GEORGE: The bed is compromised.
JERRY: Nothing happened to the bed.
GEORGE: I’m saying t did. Psychologically, I couldn’t sleep there. I’d need a new mattress.
ELAINE: You would use a woman’s embarrassment to get a new bed?
GEORGE: Not use. Position.
JERRY: Ah. Romance.
GEORGE: “I’m not angry. I’m hurt. I don’t blame you. I blame the mattress.” Then I let her arrive there naturally.
ELAINE: Naturally?
GEORGE: Through guilt.
Kramer bursts in and slides into the booth.
KRAMER: What’s this about sheets?
JERRY: Elaine bled on a man’s bed.
Kramer lights up.
KRAMER: Well, that’s fantastic.
ELAINE: Fantastic?
KRAMER: I prefer a woman on her period.
JERRY: Of course you do.
KRAMER: It’s earthy, Jerry. It’s honest. The body is speaking.
JERRY: Mine is asking to leave.
ELAINE: Why would you prefer that?
KRAMER: No mystery. No games. A woman on her period knows exactly what she wants.
ELAINE: Which is?
KRAMER: Usually soup.
JERRY: You’ve built an entire romantic philosophy around soup and menstruation.
KRAMER: I’ve lived.
Russia is burning a cathedral older than Moscow itself
While putin lies in your face about “spiritual values” and “defending believers.”
putin's regime doesn't have any values besides murder, rape and destruction
in CYKA i sampled a one-hour propaganda hit piece Russian state TV ran while we were in prison in 2012
i managed to scare them - so badly that they called me Pannochka, Gogol's Ukrainian witch 🇺🇦
i'll take that