Script by Eric
[George walks into the ocean]
GEORGE (in voiceover): So I started to walk into the water.
[Scene switches to the cafe.]
GEORGE: I won't lie to you, boys. I was terrified. But I pressed on. And as I made my way past the breakers, a strange calm came over me. I don't know if it was divine intervention or the kinship of all living things, but I'm telling you, Jerry, at that moment I was a marine biologist.
ELAINE: George, I just finished reading this thing in the paper. It's unbelievable!
GEORGE: I know. I was just telling them the story.
KRAMER: Well, come on, George. Finish the story.
GEORGE: The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. I got about 50 feet out and suddenly the great beast appeared before me. I tell you, he was ten stories high if he was a foot! As if sensing my presence, he let out a great bellow. I said, “Easy, big fella!” And then, as I watched him struggling, I realized that something was obstructing its breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish.
JERRY: Mammal.
GEORGE: Whatever.
KRAMER: What did you do next?
GEORGE: Then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right on top of him, face-to-face with the blowhole. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me, but I knew something was there. So I reached my hand in, felt around, and pulled out the obstruction.
[George displays a golf ball.]
KRAMER: Is that a Titleist? (“Titleist” is a brand name of golf ball.)
[George nods his head.]
Kramer: A hole in one, huh?