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cosus
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George: What are you doing? Tara: Incense, for the mood. George: Oh yes, by no means, the mood. Let me know if there's anything I can do to lend support to the mood. [Takes of his shoes and smells the candle.] George: Um, cream soda? Tara: Vanilla.
[George comes to the table and starts eating Jerry's fries.] Jerry: What happened, I thought you were with Tara tonight? George: I was, I had to leave. She lit some vanilla incenses. The smell drove me nuts, all I could think about was food, I had to get out of there. We need some pudding here! Pudding! Elaine: You just left? What did you tell her? George: I told I had a bus transfer that was only good just for another hour. Jerry: What? George: I don't know, I was starving Jerry!
George: So eh, what do you say? Tara: I guess we could use some food in our lovemaking. George: Ok, we got your...got your strawberries, your chocolate sauce, your pastrami on rye with mustard, your honey... Tara: Wait wait wait, pastrami on rye with mustard? George: Oh yeah yeah, don't you know they used pastrami in that movie 9½ weeks? Remember the pastrami scene? Tara: No. George: Well, maybe it was Ghostbusters? Where ever it was, it worked!
Jerry: Didn't go for it, huh? George: No. Jerry: So, she didn't appreciate the erotic qualities of the salted cured meats? George: She tolerated the strawberries and the chocolate sauce, but eh, it's not a meal, you know? Food and sex, those are my two passions. It's only natural to combine them. Jerry: Natural? Sex is about love between a man and a woman, not a man and a sandwich. George: Jerry, I'm not suggesting getting rid of the girl. She's integral. Jerry: Maybe instead of trying to satisfy two of your needs, how about satisfying one of somebody else's. George: Hey, speaking of which, I found a great way to separate the skin from the top of the pudding without leaving any around the edges; Exacto knife. Jerry: I told you George, no more pudding. I'm starting a purification program. Keep all that kind of food away from me. George: Well, I guess these would be out of the question. [pulls out two pudding skins in plastic bags.] Jerry: What the hell is that? George: Pudding skin singles.
Vivian: You...very knowledgeable. George: Well, I'm also an architect. Is that pastrami? Vivian: Yes it is. I find the pastrami to be the most sensual of all the salted cured meats. Hungry? George: Very. [They kiss and fall down to the floor.] Vivian: Oh, wait...[Vivian turns the TV on.] Oohh... George: Vivian!!
Sincerely, Michael
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