Jerry

Okay, Tim. You're welcome. (Hangs up.)

Elaine

Was that Tim Whatley?

Jerry

Yes, it was. He wanted your address - you, my friend, are going to be invited to his night-before-Thanksgiving party. (Elaine raises her hands triumphantly, then gleefully struts her way to the kitchen.) You know, he's got that great apartment on 77th street, and they overlook where they inflate all those huge balloons for the Macy's Thankgiving Day Parade?

Elaine

I have always had a big crush on Tim Whatley. Why can't he ask me out? (Punctuates this by shoving Jerry.)

Jerry

Oh, he's a dentist. You don't want to go out with a dentist.