I DID go see David Chenery at the Spiral Cafe, and when I got home after the show, my cat was missing. Near the sofa I found two small bones which looked like they'd been gnawed on, along with a Liberty Mutual Insurance pamphlet folded neatly in half. Not only is he an asshole, he doesn't keep his word.
You guys think I'M crazy! Well, that's fine! Most of you don't know what's going on around here, but I'm damn well sure SOME of you do! You think that thing wanted to be an animal? No dogs make it a thousand miles through the cold! No, you don't understand! That thing wanted to be US!
POSTMASTER GENERAL: Kramer, I've been, uh, reading some of your material here. I gotta be honest with you: you make a pretty strong case. I mean, just imagine. An army of men in wool pants running through the neighborhood handing out pottery catalogs, door to door.
KRAMER: Yeah! Ha ha.
POSTMASTER GENERAL: Well, it's my job. And I'm pretty damn serious about it. In addition to being a postmaster, I'm a general. And we both know, it's the job of a general to, by God, get things done. So maybe you can understand why I get a little irritated when someone calls me away from my golf.
KRAMER: I'm very, very sorry.