Newman: Well, you certainly are in a bind.
George: Yeah. And I thought since you go buy there everyday, we could help each other out.
Newman: [chuckles] Oh, well. Let me perfectly blunt. I don't care for you, Costanza. You hang out on the west side of the building with Seinfeld all day and just laughing it up, wasting your lives.
George: Are you going to help me or not?
Newman: All right, all right. I will help you. But I will except something in return.
George: What?
Newman: Well, for starters I want a calzone of my own.
George: All right.
Newman: And a slice of pepperoni pizza. And a large soda. And three times a week, I shall require a canolie.
George: That's a little steep, don't you think?
Newman: You know, I hear Mr. Steinbrenner can be a bit erratic. I would hate to see him when he's hungry.
George: All right, all right.
Newman: Do we have a deal?
George: Just make sure you have them to me by one o'clock. He's very regimented about his meals.
Newman: I know exactly how he feels. Well, nice doing business with you. Do come again. [laughs]