Jerry: By the time the race was over, I had won. I was shocked nobody had noticed the head start.
Elaine: Really?
Jerry: And I had won by so much, a myth began to grow about my speed. Only Duncan suspected something was amiss. He's hated me ever since. Now he's back.
Elaine: Well, what happened when you raced him again?
Jerry: I never did. In four years of high school, I would never race anyone again. Not even to the end of the block to catch a bus. And so the legend grew. Everyone wanted me to race. They begged me. The track coach called my parents, pleading. Telling them it was a sin to waste my god given talent. But I answered him in the same way I answered everyone, "I chose not to run."

George: Look at this. "Exciting uninhibited woman seeks forward thinking comrade and appearance not important." Appearance not important! This is unbelievable. Finally, this is an ideology I can embrace.

George: What are you doing with the Daily Worker?
Elaine: Ned must have left it here.
George: Your boyfriend reads the Daily Worker? What is he? A communist?
Elaine: He reads everything. You know, Ned's very well read.
George: Maybe he's just very well red.