Helen Seinfeld: Jerry, let's go, it's time to eat. We're going to dinner.
Jerry: Dinner? W- What time is it?
Helen Seinfeld: It's 4:30.
Jerry: 4:30? Who eats dinner at 4:30?
Morty Seinfeld: By the time we sit down, it'll be quarter to five.
Jerry: I don't understand why we have to eat now.
Helen Seinfeld: We gotta catch the early-bird. It's only between 4:30 and 6:00.
Morty Seinfeld: Yeah. They give you a tenderloin, a salad and a baked potato, for $4.95. You know what that cost you after 6?
Jerry: Can't we eat at a decent hour? I'll treat, okay?
Helen Seinfeld: You're not buying us dinner.
Jerry: I'm not force-feeding myself a steak at 4:30 to save a couple of bucks, I'll tell you that!
Helen Seinfeld: All right, we'll wait. But it's unheard of.

Elaine: Okay, all right. What's his name? Who is he?
George: Art Vandelay.
Elaine: Art Vandelay? This is my boyfriend?
George: That's your boyfriend.
Elaine: What does he do?
George: [snaps fingers] He's an importer.
Elaine: Just imports? No exports?
George: He's an importer-exporter. Okay?

Kramer: I've been getting HBO and Showtime for free. See, they just found out about it, so now they wanna come and take it out.
Jerry: Well, said he was waiting about two hours. Seemed a little put out.
Kramer: [fake sobs] Oh, was he? Was he? I guess the cable man doesn't like to be kept waiting.
Jerry: You don't seem too bothered by it.
Kramer: You remember what they did to me ten years ago? "Oh, we'll be there in the morning between 9 and 1", or "We'll be there between 2 and 6"! And I sat there, hour after hour, without so much as a phone call. Finally, they show up, no apology, tracking mud all over my nice clean floors. Now, they want me to accommodate them. Well, looks like the shoe's on the other foot, doesn't it?
Jerry: Boy, I've never seen you like this.
Kramer: Oh, you don't wanna get on my bad side.