J. Peterman: And so, I made an explosive out of chick peas, and I stopped that great rhino right in his tracks.
Morty Seinfeld: Well, it's getting kinda late, why don't we uh...
Elaine: Mr. Peterman, that can't have been the only time that you faced mortal danger.
J. Peterman: [laughs] Funny you should ask, Elaine.
Morty Seinfeld: Look, if we're gonna stay here until all hours of the night, can we at least get some food here?
J. Peterman: It's only five fifteen. So, later on that same day, I developed a great hankering for some wild honey...
Morty Seinfeld: [stands up] Okay, I'm done. I'll be back in the morning, when he's close to finished with his story.
J. Peterman: Morty. My stories are what sell these clothes.
Morty Seinfeld: Cheap fabric and dim lighting: that's how you move merchandise.
J. Peterman: Morty, you're out.
Morty Seinfeld: Ah, I never knew what the hell I was peddling with those stupid cartoons and that paper book, anyway.