George: I didn't even know Fulton was in the hospital.
Jerry: Could use a good laugh. You know what kind of pressure that is? Come on, come with me.
George: Nah, no. I'm not good in these situations. I can't hide my pity. I.. I make 'em feel worse.
Jerry: Oh, stop it.
George: Yeah. And also, I'm afraid that people in that state are finally going to tell me what they really think of me. You know, they got nothing to lose. What do they care?

Jerry: Why, what happened?
Elaine: Let's see. How shall I put this?
Jerry: Well, just put it.
Elaine: He took it out.
Jerry: He what?
Elaine: He took... [blows on her glasses] It out.
Jerry: He took what out?
Elaine: It.
Jerry: He took it out?
Elaine: Yes, sirree, Bob.

Jerry: Fulton's wife told me it's all my fault. She said since my visit, he's taken a turn for the worse.
Kramer: Did you tell him the Pachyderm story?
Jerry: Yes, I told him the Pachyderm story!
Kramer: Maybe I ought to go over there.
Jerry: Towards what end?
Kramer: I'm very good with sick people. They love me. When my friend Len Nicodemo had the gout, I moved into his hospital room for three days. The doctors were amazed at his recovery.