What the hell does Rosanne need an intern for? Somebody actually works for her for free? gimme a break. maybe I can get one.
[Scene: At Jerry’s apartment]
(Jerry walks in. Kramer is showing his “intern,” Darren around)
KRAMER: …So that’s the bedroom. Here’s the bathroom. If you need to, you can familiarize yourself with the kitchen…Yeah, go ahead and look through some of the drawers.
JERRY: And you are?
DARREN: Oh, hey, I’m Darren. I’m new here.
KRAMER: Yeah, that’s Jerry, you don’t have to worry about him. Why don’t you go across the hall and get started on that mail.
DARREN: Right!
KRAMER: He’s a go getter!
JERRY: Who’s he?
KRAMER: My intern from NYU. Well, you remember my corporation, Kramerica Industries.
JERRY: Alright.
KRAMER: Well, apparently NYU is very enthusiastic about their students getting some real world corporate experience.
JERRY: But you only provide fantasy world corporate experience.
KRAMER: Well, this will really free up my time so I can focus on more important things, like my bladder system.
JERRY: Alright, it’s time to go.
KRAMER: Jerry, it’s not for people, it’s for oil tankers.
JERRY: (sarcastically) I know!
(Jerry tries to shove Kramer out the door)
KRAMER: You see the idea is for a rubber ball inside the tanker so if it crashes, the oil won’t spill out.
JERRY: Actually, that is not a bad idea.
KRAMER: (smiles) yeah.
JERRY: Now, it’s time to go.