Gepetto: They don't make these any more. The work is, is all done by hand. [Sylvia enters the store] Takes years, and years, and... Sylvia! For crying out, you're forty-five minutes late!
Sylvia: Yeah, yeah. [to George] Is that your car out there?
George: No, it's, it's his. [points to Jerry]
Sylvia: Oh, nice. You guys are obviously from Manhattan.
George: Well, he is. I, uh, I live around the corner.
Sylvia: Really? Ah, I didn't think any cool guys lived in this neighborhood.
George: Well, they do now. Neighborhood's changing.
Jerry: All right, I'll take it.
Gepetto: Smart choice.
Sylvia: Wow, you bought the Indian? Oh, you guys have great taste.
George: Well, we're collectors. We, uh, see objects of great beauty and, uh, we must have them.

George: [on the phone] Yes I'd like to speak to Marisa Tomei, please? Marisa, hi, it's George Costanza. I'm the short, funny, quirky bald man you met a little while ago. Yeah, I was just calling 'cause I wanted you to know that I'm not engaged anymore. Well, she died. Toxic glue from the wedding invitations. Well, we were expecting about two hundred people. Yeah. Anyway, I got the funeral tomorrow but, my weekend is pretty wide open and I was wondering... [dial tone] Hello? Hello?

[As George sits by his mother's hospital bed, a male nurse comes to visit a patient in the next bed:]
Nurse: 6:30, Scott. Time for your sponge bath.
Scott: 6:30 already? I fell asleep.
Nurse: Let me help you off with that. Here, I'll just slip it over your head. The water's nice and warm, isn't it?
Scott: Oh, that feels really good.
Estelle Costanza: George, are you telling me the truth? [George is distracted by the curtain] George, I'm talking to you!

Jerry: What is that, a PEZ dispenser?!
Kramer: Yeah, you want one? Yeah, I just bought it at the Flea Market.
George: Hey, what goes on there, exactly?
Jerry: You don't know?
George: No, I-I-I know... I know...
Jerry: You think they have fleas there, don't you?
George: No.
Jerry: Yes you do, Biff. You've never been to a Flea Market, and you think they have fleas there.
George: All right, I think they have fleas there. So what.

George: Well, it's over. It's definitely over.
Jerry: She broke up with you?
George: No, but I can tell she's going to. I can sense it. We had this terrible phone conversation. I was so nervous before I called I made up this whole list of things to talk about.
Jerry: What was on the list?
George: Oh, let's see. How I'm very good at going in reverse in my car. Why isn't Postum a more popular drink?
Jerry: Yeah, Postum is underrated.

Susan Ross: Look, they have it in blue, for my baby bluey. Are you my baby bluey?
George: Oh, yes. I- m your baby bluey.

Jerry: So, Big Daddy, I'm just curious. How much did you clear on your little transaction there? All told?
George: I don't like to discuss figures.
Jerry: How much?
George: I don't know, what? Eight thousand. It's a Hyundai. Get out of here. I told you not to sell. Simons made money, Wilkinson cleaned up.
Jerry: So, Wilkinson's out of the hospital now?
George: No. You'd be surprised. You don't recover that quickly from a nose job.

George: I've had a lot of other paranormal stuff happen to me.
Jerry: You're a little paranormal. Name one paranormal thing that happened to you.
George: I knew I was going to be bald.
Jerry: Your father's bold.
George: Baldness is inherited from the mother's side, Jerry.
Jerry: But your mother's bald too.

George: I had a great time tonight, Carrie. And I will to call you as soon as I get home.
Carrie: Don't bother.
George: Bother? Wh- What kind of bother?
Carrie: I would prefer it if you didn't.
George: Why? Is there anything wrong?
Carrie: It's over buddy. Done. Finished. So long. Good bye. Adios. Sayanara.
George: Why?
Carrie: I've thinking about it. You got no job. You got no prospects. You're like Biff Loman.
George: I went to the hardware store interview.
Carrie: You think I'm going to spend my life with somebody because he can get me a
deal on a box of nails?
George: I thought were a team.
Carrie: If I ever need a drill bit, I'll call you. [exits car]
George: Carrie, could you do me a favor? Could you not mention this to your mother?

George: [on the phone] It's a '76 Chevy Impala. They stole it right in front of the hospital. I saw the guy drive off in it. Well, he's about 5 feet tall, hairless, pink complexion. Looks like a pig. Yeah, all right, thank you.