Kramer gets a bit of detritus in his mouth and goes to spit it out, but as he rushes over to the curb, an attractive woman passes by. Not wanting to appear uncouth, he holds it in until she passes, but as soon as he’s about to release it again, an old woman walks by in a different direction, eying him with disapproving suspicion. He shuffles up the street out of her view, saliva welling in his cheeks, but is once again thwarted from expectorating by a young couple out with their son.
At this point he is particularly aware of the foreign object–which almost seems to have grown in his mouth–and his cheeks have begun to bulge. He continues up the street, but can’t seem to find a place to spit without anyone seeing. Complicating the matter, the amount of saliva in his mouth has become so tremendous that its release would be especially visible. He breaks into a run, panting heavily through his nostrils, lips pursed, tears streaming down his distended cheeks, but there are people everywhere.
Eventually, he bumps into Jerry exiting a clothing store with his girlfriend.
“Kramer!” says Jerry. “You’ve met Heather, right?”
Kramer nods, letting out a small whimper.
“Hey, what’s with the cheeks?” says Jerry. “You playing an invisible trumpet? Taking some acorns up a tree to store for the winter?”
Kramer shakes his head, face turning a deep shade of red.
Jerry frowns. “What’s the matter, Kramer? You all right?”
Before Kramer can attempt to respond, George rushes around the corner and nearly collides with the group. For some reason, his cheeks are also swollen. He and Kramer lock eyes, sharing a kind of strange understanding.
Kramer sighs resignedly through his nostrils and releases the contents of his mouth in a torrent that gushes to the pavement. In the center of the pool is a small feather.
At the same time, George shrugs, opens his mouth, and expels a litter of kittens, which all scamper off in different directions.
The four stare down at the mess on the sidewalk, Jerry and his girlfriend in disgust, Kramer in embarrassment.
“Well,” says George, nodding and backing away with a nonchalant saunter.
Meanwhile, across town, Elaine gets into a brutal fist-fight with a woman who has been making too much noise with her candy wrapper in a movie theater.