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[Street outside Winona's (an Indian, er, Native American girl)]

WINONA: It's just that it's a very sensitive issue for me.

JERRY: And well it should be. I think if you spent any time with me at all,
you'd see I'm very sensitive to these matters as well. You wouldn't be hungry by
any chance, wouldya?

WINONA: (smiling) I guess I could go for a bite.

JERRY: You like Chinese food, 'cos I once went to a great Szechwan restaurant in
this neighbourhood. I don't remember the exact address... (he spots a mailman
crouched emptying a box) Uh, excuse me, you must know where the Chinese
restaurant is around here.

The mailman stands, turns and is revealed as Chinese. He takes offence.

MAILMAN: Why must I know? Because I'm Chinese? You think I know where all the
Chinese restaurants are? (adopts hackneyed Chinese accent) Oh, ask honolable
Chinaman for rocation of lestaulant.

JERRY: I asked because you were the mailman, you would know the neighbourhood.

MAILMAN: Oh, hello American Joe. Which way to hamburger, hotdog stand? (storms
away)

JERRY: I didn't know that...

WINONA: You know, it's late. I should probably just go home.

JERRY: I, I had no idea.

A cab drives by. Kramer leans out the window, along with the top of the Indian.

KRAMER: (yells) Hey Jerry! (thumps cab door with his palm) Look what I got!
(begins doing war-whoops)

Winona looks offended again. Jerry is mortified, and can find nothing to say.
Winona storms back into her building.