Diane: Jerry?
Jerry: Yes.
Diane: Diane, Diane DeConn, from college. I've seen you on TV. You're doing great.
Jerry: Yeah, plugging along.
Diane: I got the Alumni magazine. You know what ever happened to your friend George? I never see him in there.
Jerry: Well, he's kind of modest.
Diane: He was always such a goof-off. I mean, did he ever get anywhere?
Jerry: Sure!
Diane: Yes? What field?
Jerry: Marine biology.
Diane: George is a marine biologist?!
Jerry: A pretty damn good one, too!
Diane: I can't believe it! I mean, I would never had thought...
Jerry: Yes... he specializes in whales. He's working on lowering the cholesterol level in whales... all that blubber, quite unhealthy. You know, it's the largest mammal on earth but as George says, "they don't have to be."

Jerry: I did it for you.
George: Yeah, but what did you have to tell her that for? You put me in a very difficult position. Marine Biologist! I'm very uncomfortable with this whole thing.
Jerry: You know, with all due respect, I would think it's right up your alley.
George: Well, it's not up my alley! It's one thing if I make it up. I know what I'm doing, I know my alleys! You got me in the Galapagos Islands living with the turtles, I don't know where the hell I am.
Jerry: Well, you came in the other day with all that whale stuff, the squeaking and the squealing.
George: Why couldn't you have made me an architect? You know I always wanted to pretend that I was an architect. Well, I'm supposed to see her tomorrow, I'm gonna tell her what's going on. I mean, maybe she just likes me for me.

George: So I started to walk into the water. I won't lie to you, boys, I was terrified! But I pressed on and as I made my way, passed the breakers, a strange calm came over me. I don't know if it was divine intervention or the kinship of all living things but I tell you, Jerry, at that moment I was a marine biologist!
Elaine: George, I've just been reading this thing in the paper, it's unbelievable!
George: I know. I was just telling them the story.
Kramer: Come on, George, finish the story!
George: The sea was angry that day, my friends, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli! I got about fifty feet out and suddenly the great beast appeared before me. I tell you, he was ten stories high if he was afoot. As if sensing my presence, he let out a great bellow. I said, "Easy, big fella!" And then as I watched him struggling, I realized that something was obstructing his breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish!
Jerry: Mammal.
George: Whatever.
Kramer: Well, what did you do next?
George: Then from out of nowhere a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right on top of him face to face with the blowhole. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me, but I knew something was there. So, I reached my hand in, felt around and pulled out the obstruction! (He pulls out of his pocket a golf ball)