George: My father opened his shirt...
Jerry: Yeah, and?
George: Tell him, Kramer.
Kramer: [matter of fact] He had breasts.
Jerry: What do you mean, breasts?
George: Big breasts!
Jerry: So what? A lot of older men have that.
Kramer: No, not these. These were real hooters.
George: I was throwing up all night. It was like my own personal Crying Game.