George: Besides, Steven Koren has the highest of aspirations. He wants to be... an architect.
Wyck: Is that right?
Steven: Actually, maybe I could set my sights a little bit higher.
George: [laughs] Steven, nothing is higher than an architect.
Steven: I think I'd really like to be a city planner. [sits down] Why limit myself to just one building, when I can design a whole city?
Wyck: Well, that's a good point.
George: No, it's not.
Steven: Well, isn't an architect just an art school drop-out with a tilty desk, and a big ruler? [laughs]
George: It's called a T-square.

Kramer: [answers Jerry's phone] Hello. What-delay Industries?
Elaine: No, no...
George: [o.s.] Vandelay. Say Vandelay!
Kramer: No, you're way, way, way off. Well, yeah, that's the right number but this is an apartment.
George: [runs from the bathroom] Vandelay! Say- [trips] Vandelay Industries!
Kramer: No problem. No problem. [hangs up] How did you know who that was?
[Jerry returns and finds George, with his pants around his leg, lying on the floor]
Jerry: And you want to be my latex salesman.

Mrs. Sokol: The address.
George: Uh... Uh... Vandalay Industries is, uh, 129 West 81st street. It's a very small industry, Vandalay. It's one of the reasons I wanted to, uh, work for them.
Mrs. Sokol: The phone number.
George: That's, uh, KL5-8383. Are you calling them soon? Because they keep very strange hours.
Mrs. Sokol: As soon as I'm done wit you!
George: Sure. Well, uh, you know I'll check in with you next week. Uh, I gotta run now because I got a full plate this afternoon. All right, really go to uh... [George runs down hall]

George: I'm, uh, I'm an architect.
Vanessa: Really. What do you design?
George: Uh... Railroads.
Vanessa: I thought engineers do that.
George: They can.

Jerry: Wait a second. That's her on the right.
George: I forgot who I am! Who am I?!
Jerry: You're you. We're having lunch with Art Corvelay.
George: Vandelay!
Jerry: Corvelay!
George: Let me be the architect, I can do it!

Jerry: What is his name?
George: Bert... Har... bin... son. Bert Har-bin-son.
Jerry: Bert Harbinson? It sounds made up.
George: No good? All right, how about Art... Core.....
Jerry: Art Core...
George: ...velay...
Jerry: Corvelay?
George: Yeah, right.
Jerry: Well, what does he do?
George: He's an importer.
Jerry: Just imports, no exports?
George: He's an importer/exporter, okay?

Elaine: Okay. So, I'm dating Art Vandelay. What is the problem we're discussing?
George: Yes, yes.
Elaine: Ah! How about this? How about, he's thinking of quitting the exporting, and just focusing in on the importing. And this is causing a problem, because, why not do both? [George looks skeptical] Oh, what? You don't like that suggestion either?
George: It's very complicated.
Elaine: You know, it seems to me that it's all you, and none of my ideas are getting in. You know, I mean, you just know it all and I am Miss Stupid. Right?

George: Hi. I'm... I'm here to see a Mr. Art Vandalay.
Amanda: I'm sorry, sir, there is no Mr. Vandalay here.
George: Well, let me... Let me just check and make sure I have the right name. I seem to... [drops picture] Oh, l...
Amanda: Oh, she's beautiful. Who is she?
George: Well, if you must know, she was my fiancee, Susan. May she rest in peace.
Amanda: I am so sorry. She was lovely. I'm Amanda.
George: I'm George.

Frank Costanza: Hey, Braun, Costanza's kicking your butt!
George: [on the phone] Watch how it's done. Oh, hello, Mr. Vandelay? Would you like to buy a computer? Oh, really? Two dozen?
Frank Costanza: Costanza, you're white hot!
Female Voice: [on phone] If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and--

Vivian: You are very knowledgeable.
George: Well, I'm also an architect. Is that pastrami?
Vivian: Yes, it is. I find the pastrami to be the most sensual of all the salted-cured meats. Hungry?
George: Very.
[They kiss and fall to the floor. Vivian takes the tray of pastrami with her.]
Vivian: Oh, wait... [turns the TV on] Ooh...
George: Vivian!