Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or I am in very serious - and weird - trouble
Do you?
You should. Everybody else in town has.
Oh, no. It's Sally Weaver.
Well, this is a gem. Kramer, lookit.
Well, I've asked everyone at work and no one gets this cartoon.
You know what woman I always thought you looked like?
Wow, good work, irina
...and then about George dating a lady Jerry.
(struts in flattery)
So why don't you get undressed, George?
The cat is saying, I've enjoyed reading your e-mail.
You gotta shut up
Don't tell a woman she looks like a man.
Well, Janet should be here any minute.
Get out of my house.
Enjoy.
So I run into this Jerry on the street and then he says to me:
- It's funny, isn't it? - No.
I got a complaint. This lineup stinks.
- Yeah. - Hey, George and Janet.
Well, that's it. I'm calling in the big guns.
...but I finally came up with a great New Yorker cartoon.
We can figure this out.
That's a page number.
Elaine, I'm afraid I have incurred yet another flat tire.
To my archives!
- Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. - That's the idea.
You can't give up. You don't think people tell me I stink?
You've been hiding her. You must really like her.
Oh, shut up.
I remember you said I was the prettiest girl at the party.
...and I had a little trouble getting it even.
- Why would I? - It's ludicrous.
I know, but I thought maybe you could mention how I apologized...
Well, that's what Jerry says.
But what is the comment?
...with those little orange boxes of change.
Hey, you're Jerry's friend. You're kooky. Mind if I sit?
Well, I think she was happy someone finally said it.
And you must… look exactly like Henry
Damien Chazelle films are like gossamer... and one doesn't dissect gossamer!
I got recognized the other day.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's a rather clever jab...
Master of evil, Jerry Seinfeld, broke off all contact with me.
It should be the traditional route.