GEORGE: The sea was angry that day my friends... like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli!
GEORGE: I got about fifty-feet out and suddenly, the great beast appeared before me. I tell ya he was ten stories high if he was a foot. 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 its├»┬┐┬Ż breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish!
KRAMER: Well then, what did you do next?
GEORGE: Well then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed like a cork and I found myself right on top of him, face to face with the blow-hole. I-I, I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me but, I knew something was there├»┬┐┬Ż so I reached my hand in, felt around and pulled out the obstruction!
(George reaches into his inside jacket pocket and then displays a golf ball)
KRAMER: What is that a Titleist? A hole in one eh.
the marine biologist