George: Listen to this. Marcy comes over and she tells me her ex-boyfriend was over late last night, and "yada, yada, yada, I'm really tired today."
Jerry: What do you think she was tired from?
George: Well, obviously the yada yada. You don't think she yada yada'd sex.
Elaine: I've yada yada'd sex.
George: Really?
Elaine: Yeah. I met this lawyer, we went out to dinner, I had the lobster bisque, we went back to my place, yada yada, yada, I never heard from him again.
Jerry: But you yada yada'd over the best part.
Elaine: No, I mentioned the bisque.

Darryl: So, what are you?
Elaine: I'm white.
Darryl: So we're just a couple of white people?
Elaine: I guess. [Darryl sighs] Yeah. So do you want to go to the Gap?
Darryl: Sure.

Elaine: So, you think that Puddy actually believes in something?
Jerry: It's a used car, he probably never changed the presets.
Elaine: Yes, he is lazy.
Jerry: Plus, he probably doesn't even know how to program the buttons.
Elaine: Yes, he is dumb.
Jerry: So you prefer dumb and lazy to religious?
Elaine: Dumb and lazy I understand.

Soup Nazi: But the idiot clowns did not know how to order. I banned that one, the woman, for a year. Then one day, she came back.
[flashback to Elaine gloating about having the Soup Nazi's recipes]
Soup Nazi: She published my recipes. I had to close the store and move to Argentina. She ruined my business!
Elaine: His soup's not all that good anyway.
Soup Nazi: What did you say?!

George: Do women know about shrinkage?
Elaine: What do you mean, like laundry?
George: No.
Jerry: Like when a man goes swimming, afterwards...
Elaine: It shrinks?
Jerry: Like a frightened turtle!
Elaine: Why does it shrink?
George: It just does.
Elaine: I don't know how you guys walk around with those things.

Elaine: Well, Mr. Peterman, I've got a really good idea for a hat.
J. Peterman: [rubbing his neck] Oh, my neck is one gargantuan monkey fist.
Elaine: It combines the spirit of old Mexico with a little big city panache. I like to call it the Urban Sombrero.
J. Peterman: No, no. No pears.
Elaine: Are you okay, Mr. Peterman?
J. Peterman: Yes, yes. Go on, go on, go on.
Elaine: Well, see, it's... businessmen taking siestas. You know, it's the, uh, the Urban Sombrero. [Peterman walks out, groaning] Mr. Peterman?

Jerry: Oh, great, Elaine. What is wrong with my body?
Elaine: Chicken-wing shoulder blades.
Jerry: That's it?
Elaine: No, but that's one problem. Why?
Jerry: Well, I was walking around naked in front of Melissa the other day...
Elaine: Whoa. Walking around naked? That is not a good look for a man.
George: Why not? It's a good look for a woman.
Elaine: Well, female body is a work of art. The male body is utilitarian. It's for getting around. It's like a Jeep.
Jerry: So you don't think it's attractive?
Elaine: It's hideous. The hair, the lumpiness. It's simian.
George: Well, some women like it.
Elaine: Sickies.

Elaine: [steps forward] Hi, there. Um, uh... [drums on the counter] Oh! Oh! Oh! One mulligatawny and, um.... What is that right there? Is that lima bean?
Soup Nazi: Yes.
Elaine: Never been a big fan. [coughing] Um, you know what? Has anyone ever told you you look exactly like Al Pacino? You know, Scent Of A Woman. Who-ah! Who-ah! [laughs]
Soup Nazi: Very good. Very good.
Elaine: Well, I --
Soup Nazi: You know something?
Elaine: Hmm?
Soup Nazi: No soup for you!
Elaine: What?
Soup Nazi: Come back one year! Next!

Elaine: Hi. You know, Kramer gave me the armoire and it is so beautiful. I mean, I just can't tell you how much I appreciate it.
Soup Nazi: You? If I knew it was for you, I never would have given it to him in the first place! I would have taken a hatchet and smashed it to pieces! Now, who wants soup? Next! Speak up!

Soup Nazi: Go on! Leave! Get out!
Woman: But I didn't do anything.
Soup Nazi: Next!
Elaine: Hello. [waves]
Soup Nazi: You. You think you can get soup? Please, you're wasting everyone's time.
Elaine: I don't want soup. I can make my own soup. "5 cups chopped porcini mushrooms, half a cup of olive oil, three pounds celery."
Soup Nazi: That is my recipe for wild mushroom.
Elaine: Yeah, that's right. I got 'em all. Cold cucumber, corn and crab chowder, mulligatawny.
Soup Nazi: Mulligatawny?
Elaine: You're through Soup Nazi. Pack it up. No more soup for you. Next!