George: I really think it looks good.
Elaine: Ten bucks, how can you go wrong?
George: All bald people look good in hats.
Elaine: You should have lived in the twenties and thirties. You know men wore hats all the time then.
George: What a bald paradise that must have been. Nobody knew.
Elaine: Well, you can wear a hat all the time now. Who's stopping you?
George: No, I can't. What if I meet a woman? I'd always be worried about that first moment where I take it off and see that look of disappointment on her face.

Elaine: Okay. Now listen. We were at the toll booth at the Henry Hudson Parkway, okay?! And there were these, like, this pack of extremely wild teenagers in a convertible behind us, okay?! And for some reason, I don't know, they just started to taunt us! And so then we paid the toll... And then we went through... And then they started to follow us, all right?! So George tries to lose them, and, and, but they were in this really like a souped up car, you know?! And so he turned off the road really suddenly and the car was on two wheels and I was just screaming! And then, George is such a great driver.
Jerry: He is?
Elaine: Oh, he is fantastic! And then they fired a gun right up in the air.
Jerry: A gun?!
Elaine: I think it was a gun. And then they followed us all the way into the city, and then they just stopped and they turned around and they went home.
Jerry: My god, are you okay?
Elaine: Yeah, yeah, I'm all right. Oh, by the way, the car hit a pothole and now it's making a clanking noise.
Jerry: Well, I mean, as long as you're okay, that, that's the important thing.
Elaine: Exactly.

George: All right, start looking for spaces.
Elaine: Oh, you're never gonna find a space on Jerry's block, just put it in a garage.
George: Look, I have my system. First, I look for the dream spot right in front of the door, then I slowly expand out in concentric circles.
Elaine: No, come on, George, please put it in a garage. I don't want to spend an hour looking for a space.
George: I can't park in a garage.
Elaine: Why?
George: I don't know, I just can't. Nobody in my family can pay for parking, it's a sickness. My father never paid for parking. My mother, my brother, nobody. We can't do it.
Elaine: I'll pay for it.
George: You don't understand. A garage. I can't even pull in there. It's like going to a prostitute. Why should I pay, when if I apply myself, maybe I could get it for free?