Originally posted by Little Texan
Would those Dominicans, by chance, be the same ones that Kramer hired to make imitation Cuban cigars? Don't they roll them too tight? You'd have to be an avid watcher of Seinfeld to even remotely know what I'm talking about.
Would those Dominicans, by chance, be the same ones that Kramer hired to make imitation Cuban cigars? Don't they roll them too tight? You'd have to be an avid watcher of Seinfeld to even remotely know what I'm talking about.
JERRY: (animated) They're real Cubans?! They're human beings, from Cuba?!
KRAMER: I said Cubans. What'd you think I meant?
JERRY: Cigars!
KRAMER: Jerry, Cuban cigars are illegal in this country. That's why I got these guys.
JERRY: (incredulous) You're making your own cigars now?
KRAMER: Yeah, yeah. I got investors all lined up.
(Behind Jerry, Morty wanders over to the kitchen counter.)
JERRY: (to Kramer) Hold on a second. (to Morty) Hiya dad.
(Morty sorts through some pill bottles, before picking one out.)
MORTY: (without looking up) Who are they?
JERRY: They're Cuban cigar rollers.
MORTY: (walking back out of the room) Don't tell your mother.
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