***********The Laryngitis*******************

A Seinfeld fan's script by Pjazz

2003

STAND UP

The jacuzzi is a funny invention.

It's not like the wheel or the internal combustion engine.

An invention that changed the world. Air through a bathtub.

Not of world shattering importance.

I'm not sure how it started. Was there a Mr Jacuzzi? Someplace in Italy.

He's taking a bath. Mebbe Mrs Jacuzzi fed him too many beans for dinner.

He's feeling bloated. Suddenly there are bubbles in the water.

He thinks 'this feels pretty good. Mebbe I can make money out of this.'

So he goes to the bathtub makers. They're like - 'what are you, crazy? Get outta here.'

But he perseveres. That's what you gotta admire. He perseveres.

Because plenty of people say they're gonna invent something.

But it's all a lot of hot air. In his case it really was a lot of hot air.

INT. JERRY'S APARTMENT.

JERRY, GEORGE AND ELAINE.

JERRY

I hear you're dating a hotshot Wall Street broker these days.

Step up from your usual stumble bums.

ELAINE

Yeah. Y'know. Whatever.

GEORGE

You don't sound so keen.

ELAINE

Ben's great, I guess. Good looker, great job prospects, money. But...

JERRY

But what? Trouble in the bedroom?

ELAINE

I don't know I want to discuss it.

GEORGE

C'mon, Elaine. You're among friends.

ELAINE

(SIGHS) Do we have to share every tiny little detail of our lives?

JERRY

If it's juicy, sure. C'mon, Benes, spill the beans!

ELAINE

He talks during...y'know. Juicy enough for ya?

JERRY

As I recall you enjoyed a little bedtime dirty talk.

ELAINE

This isn't dirty talk. It's endless chatter about his day,

the Dow Jones, the Nasdaq, blah blah blah, federal taxes, treasury coupons.

It completely destroys my natural rhythm. I can't find my groove.

It's very unsatisfying.

GEORGE

I had the exact opposite problem. This woman used to talk about nothing but food.

Meals she'd eaten, meals she was gonna eat. The ingredients.I had to break it off.

JERRY

Food and sex? Your two favourite pastimes.

GEORGE

It was too intense. Sensory overload. I feared I was only

a clam chowder recipe away from a heart attack.

JERRY

In bed we should restrict ourselves to compliments and encouragement.

GEORGE

And Hollywood gossip.

ELAINE

Ooooh, I'd kill for Ben to mention George Clooney.

GEORGE

Loretta Swit every time.

JERRY

M*A*S*H. Hot Lips Houlihan.

GEORGE

I always felt Hawkeye and Trapper John never appreciated her the way I did.

JERRY

You know who Klinger always reminded me of? Kramer.

ELAINE

There is a certain shared doofus quality.

GEORGE

Except Kramer doesn't dress up in women's clothes.

ELAINE

That we know of.

DOOR BURSTS IN. KRAMER ENTERS.

JERRY

Speak of the devil.

KRAMER DOESN'T SPEAK. HE MIMES. GESTURING AT HIS THROAT.

JERRY

What's up? Cat got your tongue?

KRAMER MIMES

ELAINE

I think he's trying to tell us something. What is it, Lassie? What is it, boy?

KRAMER MIMES FRANTICALLY

GEORGE

I think he trying to tell us he's lost his voice.

KRAMER POINTS AT GEORGE. BINGO!

GEORGE

You got laryngitis, Kramer?

KRAMER SMACKS HIS HEAD. D'UH!

JERRY

I hope it's not contagious. I've got a show to do.

ELAINE

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Contagious? Ben!

If Ben caught laryngitus he'd shut the hell up.

Kramer, can you meet me at the coffee shop later?

I'll bring Ben. Mebbe he'll catch it from you.

KRAMER GIVES ELAINE AN AFFIRMATIVE THUMBS UP.

JERRY

An ingenious plan.

ELAINE

It's come to this. My sex life is dependent on Kramer's germs.

INT. GEORGE'S OFFICE.

GEORGE HAS HIS FEET UP ON HIS DESK AND IS LEANING BACK

IN HIS CHAIR IDLY LEAFING THROUGH A COPY OF GLAMOUR MAGAZINE.

INTERCOM

Costanza! I want you in my office. This minute!

GEORGE TUMBLES BACKWARDS OFF HIS CHAIR. HE SCRAMBLES UP.

GEORGE

Yessir! Mr Lieberman!

INT. MR LIEBERMAN'S OFFICE.

LIEBERMAN IS A THICKSET MAN WITH SILVER HAIR.

HE HAS A THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT AND IS TWIRLING AN UNLIT

HAVANA CIGAR BETWEEN HIS FINGERS. THIS IS A MAN USED TO PEOPLE

JUMPING WHEN HE SAYS JUMP.

LIEBERMAN

Take a seat, Costanza. I don't have much time.

My Lear jet is fueled and ready at LaGuardia.

GEORGE

Taking a trip, sir?

LIEBERMAN

(SARCASTIC) No, Costanza. I plan to take it to the end of the runaway

and back to see how it handles. Of course I'm taking a trip, man!

GEORGE

Sorry, sir.

LIEBERMAN

I'm flying to Switzerland to have my blood changed.

GEORGE

Your blood changed? They can do that?

LIEBERMAN

These Swiss doctors can. They drain my blood, filter it for impurities,

and pour it back in. Makes me feel 20 years younger.

GEORGE

Kinda like oil changing a Buick.

LIEBERMAN

Now, what do you know about Bonsai?

GEORGE

The character from 'Happy Days'?

LIEBERMAN

Not Fonzie, you imbecile! Bonsai.

It's the ancient Japanese art of growing miniaturized trees.

I have a Bonsai tree in my penthouse apartment that's 250 years old.

Yet is no more than 18 inches tall.

I want you to look after it while I'm away. Understand?

GEORGE

No problem, sir.

LIEBERMAN

It needs a sun lamp for 8 hours aday. No longer or it scorches.

Water twice daily. Mist every 40 minutes.

Do this right, Costanza, and you're going places.

Screw up, and the only place you'll be going is skid row.

GEORGE

Yessir, Mr Lieberman, sir!

INT. MONK'S COFFEE SHOP.

KRAMER SEATED AT A BOOTH.

ELAINE AND BEN ENTER.

ELAINE

(MOCK SURPRISE) Why, Kramer, fancy meeting you here.

I had no idea you were going to be here at all. Or you me. May we join you?

KRAMER NOD AFFIRMATIVELY.

ELAINE

Here, Ben. You sit next to Kramer. Nice and friendly.

BEN SITS NEXT TO KRAMER

ELAINE

Closer, Ben. Don't be shy.

BEN SHIFTS CLOSER TO KRAMER

ELAINE

I said closer. Closer!

ELAINE SHOVES BEN SO HARD HE ALMOST ENDS UP IN KRAMER'S LAP.

INT. MR LIEBERMAN'S PENTHOUSE APARTMENT, MANHATTAN.

GEORGE IS SHOWING HIS PARENTS AROUND.

GEORGE

What do you think, Ma? My new apartment.

ESTELLE

Your apartment? Oh Georgie, you could never afford a place like this.

GEORGE

Why? Why couldn't your son afford a place like this?

FRANK

Because you don't work hard enough. You're too lazy.

Always lounging around with Seinfeld, Kramer and the girl with the crazy hair.

ESTELLE

Whose is it really, Georgie? Tell me.

GEORGE

It's my boss, Mr Lieberman. I'm helping him out while he gets his blood changed in Switzerland.

FRANK

What's he want Swiss blood for? American blood not good enough for him?

It was good enough for Theodore Roosevelt. Good enough for Franklin D. Roosevelt.

For all the other Roosevelts. American blood. Best in the world.

GEORGE

How about this for a tv set? 62 inch plasma screen.

Super deluxe cable. Over 600 channels.

FRANK

Can you get Mannix?

GEORGE

I don't know if you can get Mannix. What difference does it make?

FRANK

If you can't get Mannix it's a piece of junk.

GEORGE

It has over 50 porn channels.

ESTELLE

Promise me you won't watch any porn, Georgie.

I don't want to end up back in the hospital.

GEORGE

Fine. No porn. Y'know, I took the trouble to bring you up here,

show you round, and all you do is complain.

FRANK

This place got a john?

GEORGE

Down the hall. Second left.

FRANK EXITS

GEORGE

I'm saying you could be more grateful, is all.

FRANK ENTERS

FRANK

I'm not using that. There are mirrors on the walls.

That is one room you do not want to be

seeing what it is you're doing.

GEORGE

Fine. Use the maids closet. Down the hallway. First right.

FRANK EXITS

GEORGE

One day I might buy a place like this for myself.

ESTELLE

Oh Georgie, never in a million years.

FRANK

(FROM HALLWAY)

Two million years!

GEORGE

(ANGRY) Mr Lieberman says I'm going places.

Your son, George Costanza. He's going all the way to the top, baby!

FRANK

George, there's no toilet paper in here so I'm using the towels.

GEORGE

Oh my God!

GEORGE RACES FOR THE HALL.

EXT. NYC STREET.

3 GERMAN TOURISTS - HANS, DIETER AND HELGA STOP KRAMER AND ASK DIRECTIONS.

HANS

Please, sir. We are from Germany. Visiting New York for the first time.

Could you tell where is your Statue of LIberty?

KRAMER TRIES TO MIME DIRECTIONS

DIETER

What is he doing, Hans? Is he ill? Why doesn't he speak?

HANS

I don't know, Dieter.

Perhaps he is one of the crazy street people we read so much about.

KRAMER MIMES - NO, NO.

HELGA

I am frightened, Hans. He looks so wild and untamed.

Should we call the police?

KRAMER MIMES _ NO! NO!

HELGA

Police! Police!

NYC COP ARRIVES

COP

What's going on here?

HANS

We ask the way to Statue of Liberty from this man.

He go crazy like a lunatic.

KRAMER MIMES - LOST MY VOICE

HELGA

He's pointing at his mouth. Does he mean oral?

COP

Oral? So that's your sick game, is it, pal. You're under arrest.

COP HANDCUFFS KRAMER AND LEADS HIM AWAY.

DIETER

Did you get a photograph, Hans? Imagine what they will say home in Bavaria.

We saw an actual real life genuine American psycho.

INT. ELAINE'S APARTMENT.

BEN ENTERS

ELAINE

You want to eat here or go out someplace?

BEN POINTS AT HIS MOUTH. HE'S LOST HIS VOICE.

ELAINE

You've lost your voice? Oh my poor Benjy. Y'know what's good for laryngitis?

BEN SHRUGS - NO

ELAINE

Sex. Lots and lots of sex.

ELAINE DRAGS BEN INTO THE BEDROOM

INT. ELEVATOR.

JERRY AND ELAINE TAKE THE ELEVATOR TO LIEBERMAN'S PENTHOUSE.

JERRY

You look like the cat that got the cream.

ELAINE

I did. Five times.

JERRY

That's a lot of cream. Ben caught Kramer's laryngitis?

ELAINE

He's as silent as the grave, Jerry. I can totally concentrate on my moves.

JERRY

You realise he'll recover?

ELAINE