It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone.
“I whistled for a cab and when it came near Jerry…”
“Who whistles for a cab these days? What is that, whistling for a cab? It’s as if this high pitched frequency coming from my lips is going to somehow summon the nearest taxi cab? Do taxi cabs and dogs have the same ears? I don’t get it.”
(Door flings open/Kramer launches across room)
- Me: How do you find Will Smith in the snow?
- Mum: He's black
- Me: You look for fresh prints, but oh my God