They might as well stay in bed.
[Kramer enters with helmet]< /seinfeld >JERRY: What happened to you?
KRAMER: Devola came after me.
JERRY: What? Devola? See I told you this guy is crazy. I can't believe this. What happened?
KRAMER: Can I have a coffee. ... What, you know I was walking home and I had to pick up my helmet from the shop, you know. I gota new strap. And I had it on you know, and I was checking the strap out to make sure it fit. Then suddenly I feel this kick hit me on the side of the head. It knocks me down, I look up and it's Crazy Joe Devola. And he say's, "That's what I think of your party."
JERRY: Boy,that is some kick.
KRAMER: Well, yeah, Newman's helmet, it saved my life. Look at that.
JERRY: Wow, Newman's helmet.
GEORGE: Holly.
KRAMER: I got bad news for you buddy. Devola says you're next.
JERRY: Me, why?
KRAMER: He doesn't like you.
JERRY: What does he want from me? I didn't do anything. See this is all Elaine's fault. She took off to Europe with his psychiatrist. He probably can't get his medication. Now I got some nut after me.
KRAMER: Pass the cream.
GEORGE: Wait a second. [smells it]. all right.
Soon Copenhagen will begin to look rather like CP section in an institution for the hopelessly handicapped with rubber streets and padding on all hard surfaces, indoor and out. In a few years people will not be allowed to go out for a walk without body armor and a government NurseGuide.
An entire European nation turned into a dork-fest of people walking around in helmets. Next: hockey goalie outfits for all, in case something comes at them from below. How about wrapping yourself entirely in bubble wrap before leaving the house?
Well, of course! There is a clear and present danger from hawks capturing hard-shelled turtles, and dropping them on hapless pedestrians from 1,000 ft.
How sad that a society of bold Vikings have come to this.