As retold by
Bruce Lowitt
Morty calls his best friend, Seymour, in Elmhurst. "Have I got a deal
for you," he says.
"Already I'm suspicious," Seymour says.
"No, this is good. For one thousand dollars I'll sell you an
elephant."
"An elephant? What am I going to do with an elephant?"
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"You'll sell kiddie rides. Six months, top, you make back your money."
"I don't want an elephant."
"Give me a listen. And also, with that schnoz, you could have the elephant
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"No. Forget it. No elephant."
"What's wrong with you? Don't you see a gold mine here? During the winter
the elephant pulls cars out of the snow."
"Morty! I'm in a second-floor studio apartment. I'm allergic to peanuts.
Stop already with the elephant! I'm not buying an elephant!"
"Wait a minute. How's about this. For two thousand dollars I can get you
THREE elephants."
And Seymour says, "Aha, now you're talking business."
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