George

(banging the recorder) Stop it! Stop it!

Kramer

C'mon Frank, I need you. I mean the war was fifty years ago.

Frank

In my mind, there's a war still going on.

Kramer

Alright, what happened, Frank? What is it that you can't get over?

Frank

Inchon, Korea, 1950. I was the best cook Uncle Sam ever saw, slinging hash for the Fighting 103rd. As we marched north, our supply lines were getting thin. One day a couple of GIs found a crate, inside were six hundred pounds of prime Texas steer. At least it once was prime. The Use date was three weeks past, but I was arrogant, I was brash, I thought if I used just the right spices, cooked it long enough...