Quote:
Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
Dude we ever get on a file and I'll own your ass- you are so predictably a "rock" guy.
|
I'm thinking that would go a little something like this. . .
[Setting: Courthouse steps]
KRAMER & MICKEY: Rock, paper, scissors match.
MICKEY: all right, rock beats paper.
(Mickey smacks Kramer on the hand for losing)
KRAMER: I thought paper covered rock?
MICKEY: Nah, rock flies right through paper.
KRAMER: What beats rock?
MICKEY: (looks at his hand) Nothing beats rock.
KRAMER: all right come on.
KRAMER & MICKEY: Rock, paper, scissors match.
KRAMER: Rock.
MICKEY: Rock
KRAMER & MICKEY: Rock, paper, scissors match.
KRAMER: Rock.
MICKEY: Rock.
(Bob walks by)
MICKEY: Hey Bob. What's with you? You gotta problem? (to Kramer) You see that look he gave me? (starts to get up to go after him)
KRAMER: (stops Mickey) all right, come on.
KRAMER & MICKEY: Rock, paper, scissors match.
KRAMER: Rock.
MICKEY: Rock.
