KRAMER As you, I, and every American male knows, when it comes to shampoo we have no real options. Either its baby shampoo or some flowery fruit basket crap. The few remaining products smell like medicine. It is high time that someone brought out a line of manly shampoos. (beat) I�m developing the following scents: �raw hide�, �jet fuel�, �gun oil�, �wood pile� (the essence of freshly chopped wood), and �forest fire� (roasted pine with hints of burned aspen with a dash of aerial delivered fire retardant) and �Cuban Cohiba�. I�m gonna put my portrait right on the bottle like Paul Newman and his salad dressing Jerry!
Kramer later considers bringing out a �charcoal briquette� scent (�as close as you can get to steak without being trailed by the neighborhood dogs�) and maybe even �Scotch Whiskey� (�for weekends only�- �Imagine how much fun you could have with your local patrolman as in abject frustration he administers the road side breathalyzer test for the fifth time and then wastes another 15 minutes repeating his search of your car.�)