George: I mean it's gotten to the point where I'm flirting with operators on the phone. I almost made a date with one.
Jerry: Oh, so there's still hope.
George: I don't want hope. Hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you're hopeless, you don't care, and when you don't care, that indifference makes you attractive.
Jerry: Oh, so hopelessness is the key.
George: It's my only hope.

Elaine: So what'd you do last night?
Jerry: Went out with George. You?
Elaine: Went out with Cynthia.
Jerry: How was it? What'd you talk about?
Elaine: Well, you know, the usual. The Federal Reserve, the rainforest. Cynthia thought we should nuke the rainforest. You know, get rid of it in one fell swoop so we can at least eliminate it as a subject of conversation.

George: What kind of hair?
Jerry: You know, long dark hair.
George: Flowing?
Jerry: Flowing?
George: Is it flowing? I like flowing, cascading hair. Thick lustrous hair is very important to me. [scratches his balding head]
Jerry: "Thick lustrous hair is very important to me," is that what you said?
George: Yeah, that's right.
Jerry: Just clarifying.