The Maga Thor

INT. JERRY’S APARTMENT – DAY

Jerry is on the couch. Elaine flips through a magazine. Kramer is leaning out the window for no reason. Newman sits at the table eating something crunchy and mysterious.

ELAINE: Gas is five dollars again.

JERRY: Gas doesn’t even have numbers anymore. It’s just… vibes. You pull in, you brace yourself emotionally.

KRAMER: I like it high.

ELAINE: You like high gas prices?

KRAMER: Keeps the riffraff off the road.

JERRY: You are the riffraff.

(The door BURSTS open. STEVE storms in, Mets cap, out of breath but glowing.)

STEVE: He’s coming.

(Beat.)

JERRY: Who’s coming?

STEVE: Thor.

(Kramer gasps. Newman drops a cracker.)

KRAMER: Thor?!

NEWMAN: The arm…

ELAINE: The hair…

JERRY: The ERA…

STEVE: Show some respect! He’s coming over.

ELAINE: Here? Why?

STEVE: He’s consulting.

JERRY: On what?

STEVE: The ballroom.

ELAINE: What ballroom?

STEVE:  The new Citi Field ballroom.

JERRY: Why is there a ballroom?

STEVE: Because people won’t drive to the stadium anymore! Gas prices! You have to give them something extra!

ELAINE: Baseball is the something extra.

JERRY:  Did you consider not charging $50 for parking?

STEVE: This is premium. Chandeliers. Marble. Dancing.

KRAMER: I’m in.

STEVE: Thor gets it.

JERRY: Of course Thor gets it.

KNOCK KNOCK.

STEVE: That’s him. Everybody—be cool.

Kramer straightens up like he’s meeting royalty. Newman wipes his hands on Jerry’s couch.

Jerry opens the door.

Thor stands there, full Thor energy… and a bright red MEGA hat.

 

THOR: Hey.

JERRY: …Hey.

(THOR walks in casually.)

THOR: Nice place.

STEVE: Thor! Great to see you. Love the—uh—hat.

THOR: Says what it needs to say.

JERRY: It’s saying a lot.

STEVE: So I was telling them about the ballroom.

THOR: Ballroom’s a great idea.

ELAINE: You’re pro-ballroom?

THOR: Absolutely. Bring back tradition.

JERRY: Baseball tradition… or ballroom tradition?

THOR: Both.

KRAMER: Yes! Fusion!

NEWMAN: A merging of cultures.

ELAINE: What cultures?!

STEVE: Think about it  People drive out, they watch a game, then they dance.

JERRY: With gas at five bucks, they’re dancing all the way home too.

THOR: People need more than just the game.

KRAMER: Oh, you could get more of the dance team.! They  could teach dance classes between innings!

ELAINE: Between innings?!

JERRY: A slow waltz during a pitching change…

STEVE: You mock, but this is vision.

ELAINE: This is a wedding venue.

JERRY: Yeah, you’re registering for bullpen help.

THOR: You guys don’t get it.

JERRY: Oh, we get it. We just don’t want it.

(Beat.)

JERRY: Well… at least, Steve, you’re rich. You can pay for it.

STEVE: I’m not paying for it.

(Everyone turns.)

ELAINE: You’re not paying for your own ballroom?

STEVE: Why would I pay for it?

KRAMER: That’s a good question.

THOR:  We’ve got private donations.

JERRY: Private donations?

THOR: And Mexico.

(Beat.)

ELAINE: …Mexico?

JERRY: Mexico is paying for the ballroom?

THOR: That’s right.

STEVE: (nodding, like this makes perfect sense) Smart funding.

ELAINE: How is Mexico paying for a ballroom in Queens?

THOR: We put tariffs on WBC tickets.

JERRY: The World Baseball Classic?!

KRAMER: Ohhh, I like this.

ELAINE: You’re taxing baseball fans… to build a ballroom?

JERRY: You can’t just say “Mexico’s paying for it!”

THOR: They are.

JERRY: How do you know they are?!

THOR: They will.

JERRY: And what happens when Mexico doesn’t pay?

STEVE: Then we pivot.

JERRY: To what?!

THOR: You guys are too negative.

JERRY: We’re not negative—we’re grounded in reality!

STEVE: Look, the ballroom is happening.

ELAINE: With or without Mexico?

STEVE: Preferably with.

JERRY: And if the gas prices keep going up, no one’s even getting there!

STEVE: Enough. We’re going to Citi Field.

JERRY: To do what?

STEVE: To feel the ballroom.

THOR: You gotta feel it.

KRAMER: I’m feeling it!

NEWMAN: I’m swaying.

ELAINE: I’m staying.

(THOR adjusts his hat, confident.)

THOR: You either get it or you don’t.

JERRY: I don’t.

(STEVE, THOR, KRAMER, and NEWMAN head out.)

Door SLAMS.

(Beat.)

ELAINE: You think any of that made sense?

JERRY: It’s the Mets.

 

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