(George, Jerry and Elaine are sitting at a table. Jerry and George are wearing baseball uniforms.) George: Who gets picked off in softball? It's unheard of. Jerry: It's never happened to me before. Elaine: I remember saying to myself, "Why is Jerry so far off the base?" Jerry: I'll have to live with this shame for the rest of my life. (George consults his stat sheet of the game) George: And then in the fifth inning, why did you take off on the pop fly? Jerry: I thought there were two outs. Elaine: I couldn't believe it when I saw you running. (laughing) I thought maybe they had changed the rules or something. Jerry: It was the single worst moment of my life. George: What about Sharon Besser? Jerry: Oh, well, of course. Nineteen seventy three. Elaine: Makes you wonder, though, doesn't it? Jerry: Wonder about what? Elaine: You know (looking up) the spirit world. Jerry: You think Manya showed up during the game and put a hex on me? Elaine: I never saw anyone play like that. Jerry: But I went to the funeral. Elaine: Yeah, but that doesn't make up for killing her. George: Maybe Manya missed the funeral because she was off visiting another galaxy that day. Jerry: Don't you think she would've heard I was there? George: Not necessarily. (pause) Jerry: Who figures an immigrant's gonna have a pony? (Elaine laughs)
Jerry: I hate anybody who had a pony growing up. Manya: I had a pony! Jerry: Well, I didn't mean a pony per se Manya: When I was a little girl in Poland, we all had ponies. My sister had pony, my cousin had pony. So, what's wrong with that? Jerry: Nothing. Nothing at all. I was just expressing Helen: Should we have coffee? Who's having coffee? Manya: He was a beautiful pony. And I loved him! Jerry: Well, I'm sure you did. Who wouldn't love a pony? Who wouldn't love a person who had a pony? Manya: You! You said so!