Kramer: Mmm. It's pretty good chow, huh?
George: Would it kill him to check up on us? No. Drops off the meals and that's it. I realize we're prisoners, but we're still entitled to ketchup!

[George sees NBC executives Stu Chermack and Jay Crespi enter the court room]
George: Hey, great plane! Thanks a lot. Piece of junk. You know, you almost got us killed!

D.A. Hoyt: So you and Mr. Costanza were dating.
Robin: Yes.
D.A. Hoyt: And then what happened?
Robin: Well, I invited him to attend my son's birthday party and -
[flashback to George pushing women and children out of the way as he escapes a fire in the apartment]

D.A. Hoyt: State your name.
Soup Nazi: Yev Kassem.
D.A. Hoyt: Could you spell that?
Soup Nazi: No, next question.
D.A. Hoyt: How do you know the defendants?
Soup Nazi: They used to come to my restaurant.
[flashback to George and Jerry ordering soup. After George raises the fact he didn't get any bread, he is banned from the store by The Soup Nazi.]

George: You had to hop! You had to hop on the plane.

Deena: So, you want my father to pay for this?
George: You saw him. He was fiddling with the engine. God knows what he did there.
Deena: And I suppose Lloyd Braun had something to do with it too.
George: No, not Lloyd Braun. But the cashier.
Deena: What cashier?
George: You remember the woman on the horse? She wanted my spot.
Deena: To park her horse?
George: No, she wasn't on the horse.
Deena: So, your car caught fire because of my father and the woman on the horse?
George: That's right.
George: [points to florist] And him!
Deena: The man with the flowers?
George: Yeah, yeah, the flower guy. Listen, I know this all sounds a little crazy, but...
[A car pulls up on the road]
George: I can't believe it. Look, that's Jerry Seinfeld.
Deena: Who?
George: Jerry Seinfeld. My best friend. He can explain all of this. [calls to Jerry] Jerry.
[Jerry turns and looks but, since he's wearing those thick glasses, all he sees are colored blobs]
George: Jerry! Over here Jerry. It's me!
[The car pulls away]
George: Jerry, where are you going? It's... What're...
Deena: That was your best friend?
George: Yeah, yeah, but he doesn't wear glasses.
Deena: That man was wearing glasses.
George: I know. But don't you see? He was doing it to fool Lloyd Braun!

Jerry: Your father got arrested? For what?
George: Parking in a handicap spot. Right in the middle of his United Volunteers meeting. When he got back, he chased after me with a baseball bat.
Jerry: Holy!
George: Well, between the car getting totaled, the towing charge and the fine, there's no way I can ever pay him back.
Jerry: So what are you gonna do?
George: I agreed to become his butler.
Jerry: What?!

Jerry: Who is the last president to have a beard?
George: Nixon.
Jerry: No, I mean a real thick beard.
George: His was thick.
Jerry: No, I mean like a full, long beard, like Smith Brothers Cough Drops.
George: Falkmore.
Jerry: Who?
George: Artemis N. Falkmore.
Jerry: You made that up, right?
George: Yeah. But it sounds like a president name?
Jerry: Yeah. Why do presidents all have these bad names? Woodrow, Grover, Millard.
George: The presidency attracts the badly named. Their ambition is based on personal insecurities. It's classic male overcompensation.
Jerry: Are you wearing lifts in those shoes?
George: Cab!

George: I don't wanna tell you how to run your show.
George Wendt: Oh, of course not.
George: But really, it's enough with the bar already.
George Wendt: Yeah, well.
George: Seriously, have they though about changing the setting?
George Wendt: Doubt it. I doubt it. Yeah.
George: Really? Because people do meet in places besides a bar, huh?
George Wendt: Well, yeah, they do. [chuckle]
George: What about a rec room? Huh? Or a community center.
George Wendt: Yeah, you ought to write one of those.
George: Yeah?
George Wendt: Yeah, I'll bring it up with the producers, I gotta, uh...
George: Fabulous. I'll think about that George, thank you!

Dana: Hello. George, come in. Come in. I've heard an awful lot about you. Please sit down.
George: Well, hello. Um, ah, specifically the reason that I'm here... Uh, I don't know uh what Elaine told you, but uh I broke up with my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago. Actually, she broke up with me... [struggles with coat zipper] And uh, well, I was the cause of it and uh, I just wanted to find out from you ... What's with this thing?
Dana: So uh, she broke up with you?
George: Yeah, and... Why won't this go down?
Dana: It's all right don't worry about it. So, why did she break up with you?
George: What is with this damn zipper?
Dana: It doesn't matter. You'll fix it later. Tell me about your girlfriend.
George: It's stuck on a piece of cloth here. I can't get the cloth out.
Dana: It doesn't matter.
George: Oh, this is a brand new jacket. Boy, this really burns me up!
Dana: George. George, look at me. Okay, forget about the zipper. What's your girlfriend's name?
George: Susan.
Dana: Okay, we're getting somewhere.
George: [chuckles] It's just so frustrating. It's a brand new jacket. [tries to remove jacket over his head]