Why are people surprised...
...when someone gets hit with a golf ball?
Have you watched the tournaments on TV?
You got 600 people crowding around a hole that big...
...and no one believes it when a Titleist...
...bounces off someone's coconut.
You know, you throw a rock into a crowd, that's considered terrorism.
But if you have a nice follow-through, you know, that's golf.
I'm always impressed with the golf cameraman...
...whose job it is to follow the golf ball when it's in the sky.
It's a little white ball doing 100 miles an hour on a white background.
"I got it. I lost it. I got it. I lost it."
Why bother? Aim the camera at the sky. Aim it at the ground.
Take a ball out of your pocket. Throw it down.
Who's gonna know where the hell it came from?
How did you lock your keys in your car?
How? Because I'm an idiot.
- Why didn't you get a locksmith? - I was going to.
Then I found out the Auto Club has free locksmith service, so I signed up.
Just waiting for the membership to kick in.
How long has your car been sitting in the Yankee parking lot?
I don't know. About three days.
Hello, boys.
- You're not playing golf? - Yes, indeed.
Calendar says winter, but the gods of spring are out.
- And the course is open? - No, no.
I sneak in with Stan the Caddy. We go through the caddies' entrance.
- No kidding. - I'll tell you something else.
Stan's advice has transformed my game. He's never wrong.
He thinks eventually I'll have a shot at making it big on the Senior Tour.
Oh, that's my dream, Jerry.
- Really, you're getting that good? - Oh, I'm the real deal.
Yeah, here, Stan. In here. There he is.
Jerry, George, this is Stan the Caddy.
- How you doing? - Hi.
Nice to meet you.
- Ready to hit the links? - You betcha.
- What are those, cotton pants? - Yeah, yeah.
What, is it too cold out?
Here's what you do. You bring a lightweight jacket.
That way, the sun comes out, you play the jacket off the sweater.
Oh, that makes sense. That's a good call, Stan.
All right. We'll see you later.
- Yeah, we'll see you. - See you.
- Stan the Caddy. - Stan the Caddy.
Elaine?
Hi.
Oh, great. It's the bra/ess wonder.
Who does she think she's kidding?
Look at her, she's tota//y out of contro/.
I was thinking, "That woman looks like Elaine Benes."
Yeah. What have you been up to?
- Just been hanging out. - I see.
Listen, I'm having a birthday party tomorrow evening.
- I'd love it if you came by. - Oh, tomorrow.
- I don't know if I can. - No?
- No, I'm just really, really busy. - Oh, that's too bad.
Well, I hope you can get me a gift anyway.
- George. - Mr. Wilhelm.
I'm sorry to interrupt you, but Mr. Steinbrenner and I...
...want you to know we appreciate all the hours you've been putting in.
Oh, and confidentially...
...Sozonkel, assistant to the general manager, hasn't been working out...
...and the boss thinks you're the man for the job.
So keep it under your hat.
Assistant to the general manager! Do you know what that means?
He could be asking my advice on trades.
Trades, Jerry. I'm a heartbeat away.
That's a hell of an organization they're running up there.
I can't understand why they haven't won a pennant in 15 years.
And it is all because of that car.
See, Steinbrenner is, like, the first guy in at the crack of dawn.
He sees my car. He figures I'm the first guy in.
Then the /ast person to /eave is Wi/he/m.
He sees my car. He figures I'm burning the midnight oi/.
Between the two of them, they think I'm working an 18-hour day.
Locking your keys in your car is the best career move you ever made.
- Hey. - Hey. How you doing?
- Better now. - Yeah? What happened?
- You know Sue Ellen Mischke? - Sue Ellen Mischke?
Yeah, the woman I grew up with in Maryland.
- She moved here last year. - Sounds familiar.
The heiress to the Oh Henry! Candy-bar fortune?
- You mentioned her. - Yes. I ran into her today.
This woman has never, not once ever, as long as I have known her...
...worn a bra.
- That is shameless. - Well, she's disgusting. She's a pig.
- There's no reason. That's wrong. - The woman's a pig.
- It's rude. - All right. There's no point.
- Come on. Come on. We're sorry. - We're only kidding.
You don't understand. See, she hasn't changed at all.
She stole my boyfriend when I was in high school.
I was at this party, and I was dating this rea//y cute guy.
His name was Tom Cos/ey, by the way.
And she goes wa/king by in this /itt/e f/oozy outfit...
... and he fo//ows her right out the door.
She's your Lex Luthor.
Her birthday's coming up, see? So I decided to get her a little present.
- What are you gonna get her? - A very traditional...
...a very supportive...
...brassiere.
- There's nothing subtle about that. - No, no, she might just think it's a gift.
Have I ever bought you a jockstrap as a gift?
Hey.
What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?
I'm thinking of leaving town with Susan for a few days.
Her parents rebuilt the cabin.
So you're just taking off from work?
Yeah, well, they won't know. I got the car there.
Is this a good idea, with you being on the verge of this big promotion?
My presence in that office can only hurt my chances.
Sue E//en Mischk e to see you.
Sue Ellen Mischke?
All right. Send her in.
Hi, Elaine.
Hello.
I was in the neighbourhood...
...so I thought I'd stop in and thank you for your lovely gift.
Oh, you're welcome.
Is anything wrong?
Well, Sue Ellen, it's...
It's not a top.
It's a bra.
Oh, I know.
Thanks again.
This is the life, isn't it, huh, kid?
- You wanna check out a swap meet? - Yeah, maybe.
- Where'd you get that? - It was on the windshield...
...when we came out of that rest stop.
- Hello. - Hey, hey, it's George.
- I need a favour. - What's going on?
I just remembered. There's a restaurant near Yankee stadium...
...that puts fliers on all the cars. - Yeah, so?
This is what you gotta do. Go to the parking lot, take the fliers off my car.
Last time you had me throwing bread up three floors to you.
Now you want me to go to the Bronx...
...take fliers off your car. Where does it end?
All right, fine. I'll drive the three hours each way and take them off myself.
All right. I'll do it.
- Hey, what are you up to? - Nothing.
You wanna go to the Bronx and see if there's fliers...
...on George's car? - Sure.
- I could have said just about anything. - Yeah.
Oh, man, look at this mess.
You know what will happen if they see this?
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know. - Well, we gotta get it washed.
Oh, the keys are locked inside.
Wait a second.
- What are you gonna do? - I'll just snag the lock with this.
There we go.
This is quite a life I lead here.
- George has to be happy about this. - Yeah, yeah.
Oh, my God, Kramer, is that woman just wearing a bra?
Oh, mama.
Kramer!
My God, are you okay?
I got a cut on my head and I banged my shoulder.
I guess I have to bring his car back up to the stadium. If it can make it.
- So how did this happen? - He was staring at some woman.
Well, I couldn't help it. You saw what she was wearing.
- What woman? - There was a beautiful woman...
...walking down the street wearing just a bra.
I can't get that image out of my mind.
- Oh, my God. - What?
- Was it a tall woman in a black blazer? - Yeah.
- That's Sue Ellen Mischke. - Sue Ellen Mischke?
That's the bra I gave her. She's wearing it as a top.
A woman is walking around in broad daylight with nothing but a bra on.
She's a menace to society.
Hey, you know, my arm really hurts.
I wonder if it's gonna affect my golf swing.
I got your message. How's the shoulder?
- It's my left arm. I can't swing it. - Oh, no, not the left arm!
What happens if I can't play like I was?
What about the tour and all my dreams?
I got it!
Let's sue her.
- Sue her? - Yeah, she's loaded.
She's the heiress to the Oh Henry! Candy-bar fortune.
I can't. I learned my lesson from that coffee company.
Kramer, listen to me.
Listen. This is a once- in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Your dreams have been shattered.
Somebody's gotta be held accountable.
Come on. We'll take her for every penny she's got.
What do you think, Stan?
Let's go for the green.
You know a good lawyer?
So you're driving in the car.
You're with your friend, minding your own business.
- Then what happened? - We saw this woman...
...and she was wearing a bra with no top.
No top? She didn't have a top on?
Yeah, so I got distracted and I crashed the car.
How would you describe this woman?
Would you say she was attractive?
- Oh, yeah. - So we got an attractive woman...
...wearing a bra, no top, walking around in broad daylight.
She's flouting society's conventions.
- She was flouting. - That's totally inappropriate.
It's lewd, lascivious, salacious, outrageous.
It was outrageous.
And she's the heir to the Oh Henry! Candy-bar fortune.
Could you repeat that?
I said, she's the heir to the Oh Henry! Candy-bar fortune.
Oh Henry!?
That's one of our top-selling candy bars.
It's got chocolate, peanuts, nougat.
It's delicious, scrumptious, outstanding.
- Have you been to a doctor? - No.
Suzy, call Dr. Bison. Set up an appointment for Mr. Kramer.
Tell him it's for me.
So, what do you think, Jackie? I mean, we got a case?
Like taking candy from a baby.
I think I got it. How about this?
We trade Jim Leyritz and Bernie Williams...
...for Barry Bonds. What do you think?
Then I have Griffey and Bonds in the same outfield.
Now you got a team.
I don't know, George. I'm still worried about this car thing.
- Would you stop worrying? - Well, what about the fliers?
Jerry took the fliers off the car. I got the whole thing covered.
Come in.
- Wilhelm. - Mr. Steinbrenner...
...I am very concerned about George Costanza.
- How about a "good morning"? - Yes, sir. Good morning, sir.
Good morning, Wilhelm.
Anyway, his car is in the parking lot, the front end is bashed in...
...and there's blood in the car, and we can't find him anywhere.
Obviously, he was in some sort of a terrible car accident...
...and trouper that he is, he tried to make it into work, sir.
Wilhelm, listen to me. I want the stadium scoured.
He could be bleeding in the bullpen.
Everyone on alert. Check hospitals, clinics, shelters.
- We've gotta find that kid. - Yes, sir.
- We must find George. - Yes, sir.
- Find him, Wilhelm. - Yes, sir.
Excuse me. Do you know the gentleman across the hall?
Yes. Yes, I do.
Do you know if he'll be back anytime soon?
No, I don't.
Is there something I can help you with?
No, I really just needed to speak with him.
Well, you can wait for him in here if you like.
Well, maybe I will.
- Lf you don't mind. - No, no, not at all.
- Thanks. - I'm Jerry Seinfeld.
What is with these people? All day long. Come in. Come in.
Mr. Steinbrenner, you know, we've searched everywhere.
There's no sign of him.
Not even anyone who remotely fits his description, sir.
Oh, my God.
- Do you know what this means? - What, sir?
He's dead. Costanza's dead.
- No, no, sir. You see... - As quickly as he came, he's gone.
The poor little guy.
Easy, Big Stein, get it together.
- Okay, Wilhelm. - Yes, sir.
Find out where his parents live. I'm gonna personally notify them.
And line up some candidates to fill that assistant position.
- Yes, sir. - We can't grieve forever.
Gotta get back to business.
- Back to business, Wilhelm. - Yes, sir.
Well, buddy, he's taking the case.
Jackie Chiles is right on it. Right on it. He's all over it.
- Oh, really? - Why? What's wrong? Come on.
I don't know. So the woman was walking around in a bra.
I mean, it's no big deal. You're still driving.
You should have been watching the road.
Well, your attitude has certainly changed.
I don't think it's changed.
Listen, I'm gonna need you to testify.
- I don't know if I can. - Jerry, you gotta testify.
- Kramer, I don't think l... - Listen.
This is a million dollars we're talking about, Jerry. This is the big league.
- I need you on my team, Jerry. - Well, I'm not sure how I feel about it.
All right, what's gotten into you? What's happened?
Nothing's happened.
What's this?
- No, wait a second. Wait a second. - Oh, I see. Yes.
Little Miss Candy Bar paid a visit, didn't she?
- Kramer, it is not what you think. - I know what I think.
I think you're gaga over this dame.
She's twisted you around her little finger...
...and now you're willing to sell me and Elaine...
...and whoever else you have to right down the river.
And what about you?
Trying to bilk an innocent bystander out of a family fortune...
...built on sweat and toil manufacturing quality Oh Henry! Candy bars...
...for honest, hardworking Americans. - You're just out for sex!
You're just out for money!
- Mrs. Costanza? - Yes.
My name is George Steinbrenner.
I'm afraid I have some very sad news about your son.
I can't believe it. He was so young. How could this have happened?
He'd been logging heavy hours.
First one in, last one to leave. The kid was a human dynamo.
Are you sure you're talking about George?
You are Mr. And Mrs. Costanza?
What the hell did you trade Jay Buhner for?
He had 30 home runs and over 100 RBls last year.
He's got a rocket for an arm.
You don't know what the hell you're doing!
Buhner was a good prospect. No question about it.
But my baseball people loved Ken Phelps' bat.
They kept saying, "Ken Phelps."
I'm not here. Leave a message.
Jerry, it's Frank Costanza.
Mr. Steinbrenner's here. George is dead. Ca// me back.
- Hello? - Hey, it's George.
- Where have you been? - What?
I just got a bizarre message from your father.
Steinbrenner's at your house. They think you're dead.
- Dead? - And we had an accident with the car.
It's a little crumpled.
- My car's a little crumpled? - Yeah, yeah.
I didn't know what to do, so I put it back at the stadium.
Wait a second. Wait a second.
They saw the car and the blood, that's why Steinbrenner thinks you're dead.
I gotta head back right away. I gotta figure something out here.
- You gotta call your parents. - I can't. Steinbrenner might be there.
Aren't you gonna tell your parents you're still alive?
They could use the break.
Elaine, do you see this?
Do you see what I'm holding in my hands?
Yeah, it's a bra.
I saw a woman in our hallway wearing one of these as a top.
What exquisite beauty.
I ran down the hallway to talk to her...
...but the elevator door closed. It was not to be.
Perhaps our paths will cross again someday.
What is this all about?
I want to market this item as a new direction in women's fashion.
We're gonna sell this as a top.
Here's the angle. Zelda Fitzgerald...
...somebody of the '20s...
...wearing this at wild parties, driving all the men crazy.
Have it on my desk by the end of the week.
Come in. Come in.
Mr. Steinbrenner.
Is it you?
Yeah, it's me, sir.
It's been a harrowing few days.
After the car accident, I crawled into a ditch.
I managed to survive...
...on grubs and puddle water until a kindly old gentleman picked me up.
Grubs, huh? Gotta admit, I never tasted one of those.
Anyway, as I was lying in the puddle...
...I think I may have found a way for us to get Bonds and Griffey...
...and we wouldn't give up that much.
Don't tell it to me. Tell it to the new assistant to the general manager.
I didn't get the job?
You were dead. We couldn't sit on our hands. We had to make a move.
But you still have your old job.
Of course we'll have to dock the time you missed.
We're running a ball club.
If I give special treatment to you, everyone will want it. Next, it's chaos.
And I can tell you this: Chaos does not work for the New York Yankees.
Not as long as I'm running the show!
So it was the meeting on the street that prompted you to buy the bra.
- Would you say that was correct? - Yes.
Yes. That's correct.
And you have also brought with you another bra...
... exactly like the one that she so flagrantly exhibited herself in?
Yes, that's correct.
What was your golf score the last round you played...
...before your shoulder was injured? - Three under par.
Three under par.
That's what the professionals shoot, isn't it?
Well, if they're lucky.
Would you tell this jury...
... exactly what you saw at the corner of 83rd Street and Columbus?
I don't remember.
Did you or did you not see the defendant wearing the bra?
I don't know. Maybe.
Mr. Seinfeld, I might remind you that you are under oath.
Now, I ask you again.
Did you or did you not see this woman wearing a bra?
All right, I saw her. I saw her.
And she was beautiful in that bra. I'm crazy about her.
I love her whole free- swinging, freewheeling attitude.
This court will come to order.
- No further questions, Your Honour. - You may step down.
Well, Kramer, I think we got this wrapped up.
Yeah, yeah.
What's your read, Stan?
You're close. You're on the green.
You just have to go for the cup.
- What do you mean? - Have her try on the bra.
- See if it fits. - No, no, no, no.
Do it, Jackie. Stan's the man.
- Stan? Who the hell is Stan? - He's my caddy.
Your caddy? This is a big mistake.
Your Honour...
...we request at this time that Miss Mischke try on the bra.
This court will come to order.
Go ahead, Miss Mischke, try it on.
It doesn't fit. I can't put it on.
You damn fools! Look at that. We got nothing now. Nothing.
I've been practicing law for 25 years, you're listening to a caddy.
This is a public humiliation.
You can't let the defendant control the key piece of evidence.
Plus, she's trying it on over a leotard. Of course it won't fit over a leotard.
A bra's gotta fit right up against a person's skin. Like a glove!
Hey, Elaine. How about some lunch?
No, I don't think so.
Great job on the Gatsby Swing Top. It's a winner.
Yeah. Yeah, thanks.
Sure you don't wanna go? We have reservations.
Oh, I don't think you'll have any trouble getting a table.
- Ciao. - Bye- bye.