The joke is: a deranged person is obsessed with the question ‘what if Seinfeld was still on TV’. That’s it. But I want to play that note on every instrument available. I’ll play it in every octave, I’ll play it flat, sharp, in every harmony and chord, I am going to play the shit out of this one fucking note.
It’s her word against the bag of spinach, and spinach can’t talk, so we’ll never know.
"It’s the same thing as the Breakfast Platter, but a little bit smaller."