Jerry: See, the thing about eating a black-and-white cookie, Elaine, is you want to get some black and some white in each bite. Nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate. And yet still somehow, racial harmony eludes us. If people would only look to the cookie, all our problems would be solved.
Elaine: Your views on race relations are fascinating. You really should do an op-ed piece for the Times.
Jerry: Um, um. Look to the cookie, Elaine. Look to the cookie.
[Jerry raises his cookie to an African-American man, who mirrors the gesture]

George: I don't even drink wine. I drink Pepsi.
Elaine: You can't bring Pepsi.
George: Why not?
Elaine: Because we're adults?
George: What, you're telling me that wine is better than Pepsi? [snorts] Huh, no way wine is better than Pepsi.
Jerry: I'm telling you, George, I don't think we want to walk in there and put a big plastic jug of Pepsi on the table.
George: I just don't like the idea that any time there is a dinner invitation there's this annoying little chore that goes along with it.
Jerry: You know, you're getting to be an annoying little chore yourself.

Elaine: We should bring some cake. Can you stop off at the bakery?
George: Why don't you just get some Ring Dings at the liquor store?
Elaine: Ring Dings?
George: Hey, Ring Dings are better than anything you'll ever get at a bakery.
Kramer: Oh, I like Ring Dings.
Elaine: George, we can't show up at someone's house with Ring Dings and Pepsi.
Kramer: [shouts to a passing vehicle] Hey, your lights are on!
George: It's a funeral procession. And I got news for you. I show up with Ring Dings and Pepsi, I become the biggest hit of the party. People be coming up to me, "Just between you and me I'm really excited about the Ring Dings and the Pepsi. What are we, Europeans with the Beaujolais and Chardonnay?"/p>