I always see this scene and get so sad for him. That’s a lot of food that he put a lot of work into and was proud of his work. Watching him try to shovel it back into the pot hurts. I know it’s meant to be played off for humor, but I see next to none in that scene.
Do yourself a favor and never watch Seinfeld.
If you take away the laugh track, it is astoundingly clear that the main cast are all just evil, narcissistic sociopaths, they never do anything that doesn’t benefit themselves, and they have no problem at all ruining other people’s days or even lives, their metric for whether or not something was a good idea or not is entirely whether it worked out well for them…
… ironically with the exception of Kramer, who actually attempts, from time to time, to do good things for other people which will not benefit himself, he just goes about them in often dubious ways.
It’s why many people didn’t like the finale. At the end, they basically shove it in your face and say “Look- You’ve been laughing and empathizing with shitty people. Look at how horrible they are” and folks didn’t like the wakeup call.
I hated it for being a clip show.
I mean yeah I wasn’t a huge fan. But my parents certainly were lol.
Next time try just one big bean
This is usually what I imagine when someone says ‘kidney bean’
You’ve already spilled the beans, so tell us some juicy gossip.
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
Who hurt you, OP?
The beans 😥
Are those the motherboards?
This is beans! This is food!
Where did the nacho cheese come from?
It’s not part of the spill
