Jerry: I just don't see why people can't separate the art from the artist! Just because the guy making my bagel hates women, I'm supposed to not eat pizza?
Kramer bursting in: He dated a high schooler Jerry.
Jerry begins sweating. His eyes flit around rapidly, trying to find a snarky comeback or a response from George or Elaine, but they aren't here. They've left. The booth he was once sitting in has become a simple four-legged chair. The cafe and background actors have begun to fade out as well, leaving only a blank white set, expanding far into the horizon.
Kramer: He dated a high schooler Jerry.














