Mr. Steinbrenner: [knocks] Mrs. Costanza?
Estelle Costanza: Yes?
Mr. Steinbrenner: My name is George Steinbrenner, I'm afraid I have some very sad new about your son.
[cut to the Costanza's living room:]
Estelle Costanza: I can't believe it, he was so young. How could this have happened?
Mr. Steinbrenner: Well, he'd been logging some pretty heavy hours, first one in in the morning, last one to leave at night. That kid was a human dynamo.
Estelle Costanza: Are you sure you're talking about George?
Mr. Steinbrenner: You are Mr. and Mrs. Costanza?

Sylvia: I know this coffee table, it's George Costanza's.
Estelle Costanza: It's mine. I'm his mother.
Sylvia: Oh, I haven't seen George for a while. He must be working very hard.
Estelle Costanza: George doesn't work. He's a bum. That's why he lives at home with us.
Sylvia: He does?

George: Why is there a Cadillac parked in front of the house?
Frank Costanza: That's your mother's new car.
George: You bought that?
Frank Costanza: It's a coupe de elegance.
Estelle Costanza: Your father wanted a Mercedes, but I won't ride in a German car.

Estelle Costanza: Here, I made some bologna sandwiches.
George: Bologna?! No one eats bologna anymore!
Estelle Costanza: What are you talking about?! Have a sandwich.
Jerry: No thanks.
Estelle Costanza: Oh, stop it! You don't want one, Kramer?
Kramer: Uh, no thanks.
Estelle Costanza: I think you're all a little touched in the head. You're so worried about your health. You're young men.
Jerry: I really don't eat it.
Estelle Costanza: What am I gonna do with all these sandwiches?! Will you take them home? Give them to someone in your building?
Jerry: I don't know if I'd feel comfortable handing out bologna sandwiches in the building.

Estelle Costanza: [on the phone] Let me talk to her.
George: She wants to talk to you. [hands phone to Susan]
Susan Ross: Uh, hello?
Estelle Costanza: Congratulations!
Susan Ross: I just want you to know that I love your son very much.
Estelle Costanza: You do?
Susan Ross: Yes.
Estelle Costanza: Really?
Susan Ross: Yes.
Estelle Costanza: May I ask why?

Estelle Costanza: So, how are you, Jerry?
Jerry: Fine, Mrs. Costanza. Hey, I got a terrific joke for you..
Estelle Costanza: Nah, not interested.
Jerry: No, no. It's really funny. There's these two guys-
Estelle Costanza: Tell it to the audience.

Estelle Costanza: Well, what are you doing?
George: I'm writing.
Estelle Costanza: You know how to write?
Frank Costanza: Without the writing, you have nothing. You're the ones that make them look good.
Estelle Costanza: Since when do you know how to write? I never saw you write anything.
George: Ma?!
Estelle Costanza: I don't know how you're going to write all those shows. And where are you going to get all the ideas?
Frank Costanza: Would you leave him alone? You'll shatter his confidence!
George: I don't need any ideas. It's a show about nothing.
Estelle Costanza: Nothing, please. I'll tell you the truth, the whole thing sounds pretty stupid to me.

Frank Costanza: So, what do you think? Your old man can look pretty good when he wants to, huh?
Estelle Costanza: I don't like that tie.
Frank Costanza: What's the matter with this tie? I've hardly worn it.
Estelle Costanza: It's too thin. They're wearing wide now.
Frank Costanza: How do you know what kind of ties they wear?
Estelle Costanza: Go to any office building on 7th Avenue and tell me if there's anyone there wearing a thin tie like that. Go ahead!
Frank Costanza: Oh, get the hell out of here. 7th Avenue.

Estelle Costanza: I couldn't help but notice that you have quite a library in there.
Mrs. Ross: If I had a dime for every book he's actually read, [laughing] I'd be broke.
Susan Ross: More wine anyone?
Frank Costanza: Yeah. I'll take some.
Susan Ross: Hmm?
Frank Costanza: Thank you.
Susan Ross: How do you like the Merlot?
Estelle Costanza: Merlot? I never heard of it. Did they just invent it?
Mrs. Ross: Oh, mother.
George: She's, uh, she's heard of Merlot.

Estelle Costanza: I can't believe you're moving out. [grabs Kramer] Kramer, is this true? Is it really happening? It's... It's like a dream.
Kramer: Oh, it's true.
George: All right, let's go.