George: Well, it's definitely him.
Elaine: Him? Him who?
George: Him who? Hayman him.
Elaine: Hayman, the gym teacher? You found him?
George: Oh, I found him. He was sitting on the steps of the library. I sat down next to him. He smelled like the locker room after that game against Erasmus
Jerry: That was double overtime.
George: So I said, "Mr. Hayman, It's me George Costanza, JFK, '71." He doesn't move. So I said uh, "Can't stand you'", "Can't stand you'" He turns and smiles, the little baked bean teeth. I get up to run away, but something was holding me back. It was Heyman. He had my underwear. There I was on the steps of the 42nd St. library , a grown man, getting a wedgie.
Elaine: At least it wasn't atomic.
George: It was. [pulls out ripped underwear]