C'mon, you're lucky to have anybody.
Last week you told me I was in my prime, I should be swinging.
Swinging? What are you, out of your mind? Look at you, you're disgusting. You're bald, you're paunchy, all kinds of sounds are emanating from your body twenty-four hours a day. If there's a woman that can take your presence for more than ten consecutive seconds, you should hang on to her like grim death. Which is not far off, by the way.
Seinfeld Theme Song
Written by Jonathan Wolff See more