Posted on 11/20/2007 11:20:12 AM PST by Proverbs 3-5
1920s biscuits to be auctioned
Nov. 19 - A tin of biscuits from the early 20th century is to go under the hammer -- with original cookies still intact.
The toy is one of the main attractions at Bonhams' Toys, Trains, Dolls and Teddy Bears Sale on Tuesday and Wednesday (November 21 and 22).
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ELAINE: Oh, it's a cake party. It's the third one today. I didn't realize how hooked I got on that 4:00 sugar rush.
JERRY: So join in.
ELAINE: I can't. I denounced them. Maybe I'll go raid Peterman's fridge. He's always got a truffle or something in there.
INT. J. PETERMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Elaine knocks on the open door.
ELAINE: Anybody here? Peterboy?
No one answers. She runs over to Peterman's fridge, opens it, and takes out a box. She opens the box to find a cake.
ELAINE: Ooh, it's a cake walk.
She takes a bite of the cake. Outside in the hallway, Mr. Peterman can be heard singing.
PETERMAN (singing): Get well, get well soon we wish you to get well.
Elaine quickly puts the box back in the fridge. Mr. Peterman enters his office.
PETERMAN: Ha ha ha ha...Oh, what a stirring little anthem of wellness.
ELAINE: Mr. Peterman, um--
PETERMAN: We missed you at the get well party. Poor old Walt has a polyp in the duodenum. It's benign, but--ooh--still a bastard. Oh, Elaine, can you keep a secret?
ELAINE: No, sir, I can't.
PETERMAN: Inside that small college boy minifridge is my latest acquisition. A slice of cake from the wedding of King Edward VIII to Wallis Simpson, circa 1937, price--$29,000.
George gets up and walks over to the sink. Elaine enters.
ELAINE: Guess what I ate.
GEORGE: An ostrich burger.
ELAINE: No. A $29,000 piece of cake. Peterman got it at The Duke Of Windsor auction. It was the most romantic thing I've ever eaten.
JERRY: How'd it taste?
ELAINE: A little stale.
JERRY: Yeah.
GEORGE (nudges Elaine with his elbow): So, uh are you sleeping with Peterman?
ELAINE (nudges George with her elbow): No. He doesn't know I ate it. In fact, he almost caught me. I have to sneak back in and even it out.
INT. J. PETERMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Elaine is at Mr. Peterman's desk with the cake box.
ELAINE: Well, no point in wasting $1,200.
She eats a slice of the cake as fantasy waltz music starts to play. Elaine dances around the room talking to one of the sculptures in the room.
ELAINE (thinking): Oh, commander, isn't the wedding marvelous? More cake? Oh, I shouldn't. I mustn't. Ah, what the hell?
She gets more cake.
INT. J. PETERMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Elaine has finished replacing the cake. She throws the empty Entenmann's box away. She's about to leave, but Mr. Peterman enters with another man.
PETERMAN: Elaine! Excellent. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Irwin Lubeck.
ELAINE: Oh, hello.
LUBECK: Charmed.
Mr. Peterman gets the cake out of the fridge.
PETERMAN: All right, brace yourself, Lubeck. You are about to be launched via pastry back to the wedding of one of the most dashing and romantic Nazi sympathizers of the entire British Royal family.
ELAINE: I guess I'll just--
PETERMAN: Oh, no Elaine, stay. Lubeck here is the world's foremost appraiser of vintage pastry.
Lubeck inspects the cake.
PETERMAN: All right, Lubeck. How much is she worth?
LUBECK: I'd say about 219.
PETERMAN: Ha ha ha ha ha!$219,000! Lubeck, you glorious titwillow. You just made me a profit of $190,000.
LUBECK: No, $2.19. It's an Entenmann's.
PETERMAN: Do they have a castle at Windsor?
LUBECK: No. They have a display case at the end of the aisle.
PETERMAN: Oh, good lord.
LUBECK: You all right, Peterman? You look ill.
INT. J. PETERMAN'S OFFICE - DAY
Mr. Peterman sits in his chair behind his desk. Elaine knocks and enters.
ELAINE: Mr. Peterman, you wanted to see me, sir?
PETERMAN: Elaine, up until a moment ago, I was convinced that I was on the receiving end of one of the oldest baker's grift in the books--The Entenmann's shim-sham.
EALINE: Ohh...
PETERMAN: Until I remembered the videotape surveillance system that I installed to catch other-Walter using my latrine. But it also caught this.
Mr. Peterman shows Elaine the tape of her waltzing around the room eating the cake.
EALINE: Mr. Peterman, I, uh...
PETERMAN: Elaine, I have a question for you. Is the item still...with you?
ELAINE: Um...as far as I know.
PETERMAN: Do you know what happens to a butter-based frosting after six decades in a poorly ventilated English basement?
ELAINE: Uh, I guess I hadn't--
PETERMAN: Well, I have a feeling that what you are about to go through is punishment enough. Dismissed.
Probably safer to eat than anything from China.
Save your money & try my wifes cooking. Ugh
I won’t even ask where you pulled that out of
RADIO ACTIVE RUST on the cookies?!
It’s turned a slight purple, probably due to a radioactive rust.
Yumm, nothing better than an after school snack for the kiddies than radioactive rust. Quick, someone turn it over and see if it was made in China.
Does anyone remember that ep of “Mail Call”—about soldiers rations through the years—when the gunny opens up a six decade-old can of WWII K-rats?
I think it was the cake. Looked like a hockey puck.
Reminds me of my wifes 1st batch of biscuits when we got married nearly 30 years ago........The NHL wold have been proud to have them.......
LOL! Thanks for that.
PETERMAN: Elaine, up until a moment ago, I was convinced that I was on the receiving end of one of the oldest baker's grift in the books--The Entenmann's shim-sham.Now that is great writing.
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