The Lolicon
[Opening music begins. A shot of Tom’s Restaurant is taken from the outside.]
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JERRY: So, you know what I did after that?
GEORGE: What? Tell me.
JERRY: I told the guy off in front of the whole crowd. He must have been really embarrassed after that!
GEORGE: Sure, sure.
JERRY: What, are you not feeling this conversation?
GEORGE: Not really, no. Hey, Jerry, let me ask you something: What do you think of Japan?
JERRY: Oh, it seems like a nice place. There’s lots of cool robots and pretty girls. I’d probably vacation there.
GEORGE: Right, but that’s not what I’m getting at. What do you think of anime?
JERRY: Anime? Can’t say I know much about it.
GEORGE: It’s Japanese animation. I’ve been browsing around on the Web recently and I stumbled across it. Let me tell ya, there’s a whole lot of stuff out there, just for anybody to see. I really like it, Jerry. It’s brilliant stuff!
JERRY: Oh. Well, that sounds like it’s just for nerds.
GEORGE: Look who’s talking here.
JERRY: Sure,
I’m a nerd, but I’m into the good nerdy stuff. Comic books are a classic. This just sounds stupid, though.
GEORGE: Wait, it gets better. Do you know how many girls are in these shows?
JERRY: You’ve piqued my curiosity.
GEORGE: They’re everywhere! And I can’t believe how cute they are! I’m telling you, Jerry, they’re better than the real deal. They’re prettier than most of them, first of all, and they also do anything you want them to.
JERRY: Wait, wait, they can’t be better than in the flesh.
GEORGE: They are!
JERRY: No, no. You’re looking at a screen here. I have to feel my women—their face, their breasts, and all their other curves. All you can feel here is a cold and unloving monitor.
GEORGE: You have to try it out yourself for you to believe me. Here, I’ve got a list of what to watch and—
JERRY: I’m not interested. Try somebody else.
GEORGE: Fine, I see how it is. . . . So, are you paying for our meal today or what?
JERRY: But I did it last time! Now it’s your turn!
[Cut to new scene. Outside shot of Jerry’s apartment sets the scene at the beginning.]
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JERRY: Why are you still going on about this?
GEORGE: Because I’m telling you, you have to watch this stuff!
JERRY: I already said no before, and I meant it then.
GEORGE: This is one decision in life you won’t regret, Jerry!
[Kramer comes into Jerry’s apartment by spinning around after opening the door.]
KRAMER: Hey, Jerry. I heard all of this commotion about anime and I had to go see what was going on.
JERRY: Oh, don’t tell me you’re part of this too, Kramer.
KRAMER: George is right, it’s life-changing. It definitely changed my life.
JERRY: It must have made you an even crazier bum.
KRAMER: Well, I had to quit both of my jobs because it was just so interesting to watch.
JERRY: But you never even held jobs to begin with!
KRAMER: Yeah, well, my bosses didn’t know that!
JERRY: So, you stuck around for who knows how long in workplaces where nobody knew you were never hired . . . without getting paid?
KRAMER: It’s good life experience.
JERRY: Uh-huh.
KRAMER: Anyway, I came across the most amazing thing online last night. It’s called Rule 34. You know how there’s all sorts of wacky porn out there?
JERRY: I don’t want to think about it.
KRAMER: Well, apparently there’s porn out of everything imaginable.
Everything, Jerry! Can you believe it? There’s porn of Ronald McDonald, Superman, my grandmother—anything you can think of and more!
JERRY: Did you have to bring up Superman like that? I don’t want to think of my hero as being desecrated that way.
KRAMER: We all know that Superman has a dark side.
GEORGE: Kramer, I think we got it.
KRAMER: Just remember what I said, you guys. There could even be porn of me for all we know.
JERRY: Well, you go have fun surfing for that.
KRAMER: Oh, I’m on the hunt now! [storms out of the apartment]
GEORGE: [shakes his head] What a character.
[The next scene opens late at night with Jerry watching anime on his laptop, intrigued.]
JERRY: [deeply involved with watching as he has his right hand down his pants] Huh, so maybe George was right after all. I think . . . I think I’ll watch some more of this now.
[Hours pass, and it is now daytime. Jerry and George are talking about anime together as Elaine steps in to the conversation.]
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JERRY: I’ve gotten through most of
Haruhi last night.
GEORGE: Oh, really? That’s a good one. Those schoolgirls sure are something.
ELAINE: Um, if I may interject here, what are you two grown men doing watching cartoons at this age?
JERRY: Well, they’re not
cartoons, they’re
anime!
ELAINE: [rolls eyes] Right. George is a pervert so that isn’t surprising, but I thought you were better than this, Jerry.
GEORGE: Elaine, don’t make George go to his bad place now.
JERRY: Calm down, George. Elaine, it’s nothing too bad. It’s just some harmless fun. I’m sure you have your own pleasures you wouldn’t want to talk about.
ELAINE: Don’t be silly. I blurt out everything about myself without thinking.
JERRY:
Sure.
ELAINE: [sighs] I guess you won’t believe me. Well, I’ve got to go somewhere else now. I’ll see you two losers later.
GEORGE: Okay, goodbye! So, getting back to our previous topic . . .
[The next scene begins with Jerry walking in the hallway of his apartment, and encountering Newman unexpectedly.]
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JERRY: [irritated tone] Hello, Newman.
NEWMAN: Hello, Jerry. Word on the street is that your new hobby is watching animated girls all day now.
JERRY: That’s one way of putting it. I doubt you’re doing anything better with yourself, though.
NEWMAN: Oh, I admit it. I’m a miserable, hopeless human being. But at least I don’t get aroused from drawings like you do.
JERRY: Why don’t you try it for yourself, Newman? You might need some love in your life.
NEWMAN: Don’t you worry about me, Jerry. I’ll get my satisfaction soon enough. You’ll see! [maniacally laughs and runs through the hallway]
JERRY: [shakes head in disbelief and walks away]
[Jerry comes into his apartment to see George slouched by the couch, appearing weary.]
JERRY: What are you doing here?
GEORGE: Oh, Jerry, I think I need help.
JERRY: With what?
GEORGE: All I can think about now is those precious anime girls. They’re just so beautiful . . . why can’t I have them all for myself . . .
JERRY: Snap out of it, George! There’s a time to obsess over anime girls, and now is not the time!
GEORGE: You’re right, you’re right. I guess I’ve got nothing better to do now than to ogle over big-eyed pipsqueaks on the computer.
JERRY: Maybe I can help.
GEORGE: Maybe.
JERRY: [uses computer] Hey, my computer’s really slow now all of a sudden.
GEORGE: Yeah, I, uh, downloaded a couple of things on it while you were gone.
JERRY: “A couple”? Are you sure about that?
GEORGE: Well, it can’t be more than one gigabyte overall.
JERRY: You downloaded three gigabytes!
GEORGE: Okay, so I’m bad at estimating! But what does it matter, I look at the good stuff! I make it count!
JERRY: [opens up some files] Oh. You’re right about that, you do have good taste. I suppose I’ll keep some of this stuff on here for later.
[Kramer enters.]
KRAMER: I haven’t found it yet, but I’m getting closer!
JERRY: What are you talking—oh, you’re talking about
that?
KRAMER: Yep. The Internet is a deep, dark place, Jerry. I just know that I’m somewhere out there, doing some horrid sexual act. It gives me the shivers just thinking about it.
GEORGE: So then why are you trying to look for it?
KRAMER: Well, it means that I’ve got some fans out there. I’d love to meet them if I could. That would sure make for an interesting dinner chat.
JERRY: Good luck with finding it, I guess.
[A few hours pass. Jerry is now meeting with Elaine in her apartment.]
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JERRY: Elaine, are you into BDSM?
ELAINE: [surprised tone] What? No!
JERRY: Are you sure? Before you left my apartment yesterday, I noticed that the last search result on my computer was “good bondage techniques,” and I sure didn’t type that.
ELAINE: That’s crazy! I have no idea who wrote that. You think it could have been George?
JERRY: Nah, I don’t think George is into that. Kramer might be, but he doesn’t talk about this stuff much.
ELAINE: Yeah, I bet it was Kramer.
JERRY: Where did you go last night?
ELAINE: Oh, you know, around town.
JERRY: “Around town,” huh? Okay, I’ll take it. I’ve got to go now, anyway, so I’ll see you later.
ELAINE: See you later! [exhales and wipes forehead once Jerry is out of the room]
[Jerry goes to sleep. He is woken up by knocks on his door early in the morning.]
JERRY: [opens the door and sees police] Yes, officers, what can I do for you?
OFFICER #1: Hello, Mr. Seinfeld. We have a search warrant to inspect your home.
JERRY: Wait, what for?
[Officers go inside and check out Jerry’s computer. They open up his images folder.]
OFFICER #2: My God, he’s got all of it on here. You’re coming downtown with us, punk!
JERRY: I don’t even know what I did! [gets handcuffed and sent away]
[Jerry is arrested and sent to jail. He gets a phone call with George later on in the day.]
JERRY: And you’re telling me that
all of those girls were underage?
GEORGE: Yes. I should have let you know before.
JERRY: Why wouldn’t you tell me something like that right off that bat? Child pornography is a pretty serious thing!
GEORGE: Well, they’re not
really children! They call it lolicon. They’re just drawings!
JERRY: Ugh, I can’t believe this. This is pretty much your fault, too, for downloading all that stuff on my computer without my consent. I want to know who let the cops know. It wasn’t you, was it?
GEORGE: No, not at all. I don’t know who tipped you off.
JERRY: . . . Wait a minute. I know who it was:
Newman. That bastard is going to pay somehow if it’s the last thing I do.
[The next scene cuts to Kramer and Newman having a conversation together in Newman’s apartment.]
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NEWMAN: Man, I really showed Jerry this time, huh?
KRAMER: Yeah, I guess you did. Hey, you know about Rule 34?
NEWMAN: Everything in existence has porn? What about it?
KRAMER: Well, you wouldn’t believe it, but I found porn of you, and it sure is something!
NEWMAN: No way! Let me see this! [Kramer shows the porn on Newman’s computer] Oh, good God! What cretin decided to make this!?
KRAMER: I’d like to know, too! What kind of stuff are you into, though?
NEWMAN: Well, I haven’t told anybody else this, but I really like
My Little Pony. I mean,
really like it.
KRAMER: I’ve known a few folks who also liked horses that way, but they were different kinds of horses if you know what I mean.
NEWMAN: Yeah. . . .
[The scene comes back to the jailhouse, where Jerry is stored.]
OFFICER: Okay, Seinfeld, you’re good to go.
JERRY: What, already?
OFFICER: Yep. This guy over here paid the bail money. [points to Kramer] Now don’t go around downloading images of cute underage girls you find on the Internet anymore, you hear?
JERRY: Right, right. Thanks. [walks to Kramer] How did you get the money?
KRAMER: Let’s just say I have my sources. I found out some dirty secrets about your pal Newman while you were stuck in here, so if he causes trouble again, you know who to call.
JERRY: I’ll keep that in mind.
KRAMER: Also, I have to show you something back home.
[Jerry, George, Kramer, and Elaine are gathered in Jerry’s apartment later on in the night.]
KRAMER: I’ve been searching and searching, looking to see where it could be. I thought it was to no avail at first. I’ve come across a lot of dead ends along the way. But I finally found porn of myself on the Internet! That’s not all, though—all of you are there with me!
GEORGE: Holy cow!
JERRY: That’s bizarrely intriguing and also really creepy.
ELAINE: Who would care about us that much to make something like that and upload it online?
KRAMER: No clue, but apparently we have some secret admirers! Here, take a look!
[The gang huddles up by Jerry’s computer, showing the grotesque image. Jerry, George, and Elaine show complete disgust while Kramer continues to smile at the image.]
JERRY: Is that . . .?
KRAMER: Yep.
GEORGE: Am I doing what I think I’m doing?
KRAMER: Probably.
ELAINE: So, is this all you’ve been doing in your free time now?
KRAMER: More or less.
END