Kramer Quote #217

Quote from Kramer in The Cheever Letters

Kramer: Buenos dias.
Man: What is your name, Senor?
Kramer: Uh, Kramer.
Man: So, Senor Kramer, what is this about?
Kramer: Cigars.
Man: Cigars?
Kramer: Cigars.
Man: What about cigars?
Kramer: Uh, see here, I.. [pulls out a paper ring from his pocket] I saved one of the cigar rings..
Man: Oh. [laughs, pulls out a cigar] You mean one of these..
Kramer: Yeah, yeah. That- That's, uh, okay, So, uh, I'd like to buy a couple of boxes of those from you, yeah?
Man: You do realize, of course, these are illegal in your country.
Kramer: Um, wha- Oh, illegal, huh?
Man: I like that jacket. [reaches out and touches Kramer's jacket]

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[stand-up:]
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