Let the ruling classes tremble at a poster’s revolution. The posters have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a forum to win.
KRAMER: Over there. The Dominicans.
JERRY: Aren't they supposed to be rolling cigars?
KRAMER: Well, it didn't quite work out, and now I've got nothing for them to
do.
GEORGE: So?
KRAMER: So, I taught 'em all about Cuba, and they really took to it. You
know, Marxism, the Worker's Revolution, the clothing.
In the corner, one of the Dominicans thumps the table, as if to underscore a
point in his argument.
JERRY: Boy, they seem pretty angry about something.
KRAMER: (nervous) Yeah. I'm a little worried. When there's no work, and the
people get restless, who do you think they come after? (pointing to himself,
shrill) El Presidente!