George: Well, I'm doing it, Jerry. I'm buying the Frogger machine. Now the torch will burn forever.
Jerry: Fabulous. See, now you're really do something.
George: So, you want to come down to Mario's Pizza with me and help me pick up the Frogger?
Jerry: Hey, how you gonna keep the machine plugged in while you move it?
George: What?
Jerry: Once you unplug the machine, all the scores will be erased.
George: You're right. Why must there always be a problem? You'd think just once I could get a break. God knows I earned it with that score!

Elaine: Mr. Peterman, you wanted to see me, sir?
J. Peterman: Elaine, up until a moment ago, I was convinced that I was on the receiving end of one of the oldest baker's grift in the books, The Entenmann's shim-sham.
Elaine: Oh.
J. Peterman: Until I remembered the videotape surveillance system that I installed to catch other Walter using my latrine. But it also caught this.
[Mr. Peterman shows Elaine footage of her dancing while eating the cake]
Elaine: Mr. Peterman, I, uh...
J. Peterman: Elaine, I have a question for you. Is the item still "with you"?
Elaine: Um, as far as I know.
J. Peterman: Do you know what happens to a butter-based frosting after six decades in a poorly ventilated English basement?
Elaine: Uh, I guess I hadn't--
J. Peterman: Well, I have a feeling that what you are about to go through is punishment enough. Dismissed.

J. Peterman: Elaine! Excellent. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Irwin Lubeck.
Elaine: Oh, hello.
Lubeck: Charmed.
J. Peterman: All right, brace yourself, Lubeck. You are about to be launched via pastry back to the wedding of one of the most dashing and romantic Nazi sympathizers of the entire British Royal family.