Jerry: So he just gets soup. He wants to save the meal. So now I got to do it all over again.
Elaine: What kind of soup did he get?
Jerry: I don't know? Consomme or something.
Elaine: Consomme, hmm.
Jerry: What?
Elaine: Well, that's not really a meal, Jerry. I mean, if he had gotten chicken gumbo or matzah ball, even mushroom barley, then I would agree with you. Those are very hardy soups.

Kramer: Hey.
Jerry: Well, you want something to eat, don't you?
Kramer: Ah, no, no, no. You got me all wrong buddy. I am loving this no refrigerator. You know what I discovered? I really like depriving myself of things. It's fun. Very monastic.
George: Well, what do you eat?
Kramer: It's all fresh. Fresh fish, fresh foul, fresh fruit. I buy it, I... eat it.
Jerry: Well, I'm glad it's working out.
Kramer: Oh, yeah. It's working out.

Kenny Bania: Ah, you know what I think. I'm just going to have soup. Yeah, I'll save the meal for another time.
Jerry: Another time? What other time?
Kenny Bania: I had a hot dog earlier. I'm not that hungry.
Jerry: No, no, Bania, no. This is the dinner. The soup counts.
Kenny Bania: Soup's not a meal. You're supposed to buy me a meal.
Jerry: I'm not stopping you from eating. Go ahead and eat. Get anything you want.
Kenny Bania: I don't want anything but soup.
Jerry: Then that's the meal.
Kenny Bania: But I had the hot dog.
Jerry: I didn't tell you to have a hot dog. Who told you to have a hot dog?
Kenny Bania: Hey, I give you a brand-new Armani suit, and you won't even buy me a meal?
Jerry: All right, fine. Get the soup!