http://www.seinfeldscripts.com/TheBubbleBoy.htm wrote:
MEL: My name's Sanger, Mel Sanger. I drive that truck out there.
JERRY: Oh, the Yoo Hoo? I love Yoo Hoo.
MEL: It's a fine product. Anyway I saw you on the Tonight Show a couple of weeks ago. I was watching the show with my son Donald. He's got this rare immune deficiency in his blood. Damnedest thing. Doctors say he has to live in a plastic bubble. Can you imagine that? A bubble.
JERRY: A bubble?
ELAINE: A bubble?
MEL: Yes, a bubble! Ah, It'd break your heart seein' him in there. It's like a prisoner. No friends - just his mother and me. And I'm out there six days a week haulin' Yoo Hoo We have sacrificed everything. All for our little bubble boy <breaks up in tears>
MEL: <in tears> Excuse me, I
ELAINE: Here <giving out paper napkins>
<<MEL AND ELAINE WIPE TEARS FROM THEIR EYES, JERRY WIPES CRUMBS FROM HIS MOUTH>>
MEL: Excuse me, anyway we were watching you on TV
JERRY: You get in the bubble with him?
MEL: No. He can see through the bubble. It's plastic.
JERRY: Oh, I thought it was like an igloo.
MEL: No, it's clear.
JERRY: Ah ha.
ELAINE: Who has the remote?
MEL: He does.
ELAINE: The remote goes through the bubble?
MEL: Yeah, he's in the bubble with the remote.
JERRY: So you have no control over the remote?
MEL: No, it's frustrating.
ELAINE: Yeah, of course, yeah.
MEL: So anyway, you're his favourite comedian. He laughed so hard the other night we had to give him an extra shot of hemoglobin.
JERRY: That's nice!
MEL: Tomorrow is his birthday and it would mean so much to him if you could find it in your heart ta' pay him a visit and just say hello.