Jerry

Excuse me, Tor. May I ask you a question? You have intuitive abilities. You're in touch with a lot of this cosmic kind of things.. I have this note I can't read. I was wondering if-

Tor

(Takes the note, then laughs when he reads it) Oh, yes.. yes.. 'Cleveland 117, San Antonio 109.. (Hands note back to Jerry)

Kramer

Go ahead, drink it, George.

George

(Takes a sip) Hey, it's not too bad..

George

(In a state of hysteria) I'm an eggplant! I'm an eggplant! I'm a minstrel man!