The Stock Tip
"The Stock Tip" is the fifth episode of the first season of the NBC sitcom Seinfeld.
It aired on June 21, 1990. In the episode, George Costanza (Jason Alexander) tells Jerry Seinfeld and Elaine Benes (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) that a friend of a friend of his has given him a stock tip, and he encourages them to invest with him. Jerry does so, but as soon as he does, the value of his stock falls. At the same time, Jerry takes his girlfriend on a trip to Vermont, which does not go as planned.
The episode was written by Larry David and Jerry Seinfeld, and was directed by Tom Cherones. It received ratings and praise good enough to commission a second season.
Plot
While dining at Monk's Cafe, Elaine tells Jerry and George that she is suffering from an allergic reaction to her boyfriend Robert's cats. Jerry contemplates asking his girlfriend Vanessa (Lynn Clark) to go away on a holiday together. George reads the business section of the newspaper, where he learns that a stock that a friend of a friend of his—Simon's friend Wilkinson—had tipped him off to had gone up. George decides to invest $5000 in the stock and persuades Jerry to invest $2,500.
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The Stick Up
by: Mystikal[Mystikal]
MC.. (Whoa)
This is your motherfuckin time nigga, you ready? (Huh bro?)
You sho' you ready? (Fuckin right.. nigga what?!)
Fuck that mask we don't need no mask
they know who we is anyway!
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Take everything and break out
You feelin me?
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Makin all the money, got em say we rackateering
Y'all fearing No Limit, black owned and operated
Uncle Tom's and Lil' Sambo's get annihilated
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On the Tank full of lyricists, hustlers, and gorillas
Killers, and we do what we gotta do to make it happen
All action, all cappin, fuck yappin
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and take the royalties, the publishin and all the points right with us
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This ain't no fucking game, and ain't none of this funny