George: [buttoning his shirt] A gymnast! I can't believe it, you didn't tell me she was a gymnast.
Jerry: What is this?
George: What? I'm putting my shirt back on.
Jerry: "Back on"? What was it doing off?
George: I take it off when I go to the, uh... You know, to "the office".
Jerry: What for?
George: Well, it frees me up. No encumbrances.
Jerry: Unbuttoned, or all the way off?
George: All the way, baby!

Jerry: So let me get this straight. You find yourself in the kitchen. You see an eclair, in the receptacle. And you think to yourself, "What the hell, I'll just eat some trash."
George: No, no. No, no, no. It was not trash!
Jerry: Was it in the trash?
George: Yes.
Jerry: Then it was trash.
George: It wasn't down in, it was sort of on top.
Jerry: But it was in the cylinder!
George: Above the rim.
Jerry: Adjacent to refuse, is refuse.
George: It was on a magazine! And it still had the doily on.
Jerry: Was it eaten?
George: One little bite.
Jerry: Well, that's garbage.
George: But I know who took the bite. It was her aunt!
Jerry: Well, you, my friend, have crossed the line that divides man and bum. You are now a bum.

Mr. Pitt: I have been accused of wrong-doing. But these false accusations will not deter us. We will annex Poland by the Spring, at any cost! And our stock will rise high! [salutes]