The Je Ne Sais Quoi
Kramer feels like he’s missing “a certain something,” so he marinates himself in a vat of soy sauce to increase his own personal umami. Jerry pricks his finger on a rusty nail, giving him an extremely mild case of lockjaw. In fact, the only symptom he suffers is that his lips are locked in a permanent, long, horizontal expression, giving him an eternally gloomy disposition and ruining his delivery of every joke. George is completely through with himself, which delights him to no end: “Hah! Instead of a Klein bottle, they should call it a Costanza bottle! Am I right?” No one can hear him, as the sound of his voice is trapped entirely inside of himself. Elaine finally pulls last Thursday’s turkey out of the oven.