Kramer: Over there. The Dominicans.
Jerry: Aren't they supposed to be rolling cigars?
Kramer: Well, it didn't quite work out, and now I've got nothing for them to do.
George: So?
Kramer: So, I taught them all about Cuba, and they really took to it. You know, Marxism, the Worker's Revolution, the clothing.
Jerry: Boy, they seem pretty angry about something.
Kramer: Yeah. I'm a little worried. When there's no work, and the people get restless, who do you think they come after? [points to himself] El Presidente!

J. Peterman: Elaine, I hope you're watching the clothes, because I can't take my eyes off the passion.
Elaine: No. No, I can't do this any more. I can't. It's too long. [to the screen] Quit telling your stupid story about the stupid desert and just die already! [shouts] Die!
All: Ssh.
J. Peterman: Elaine. You don't like the movie?
Elaine: [shouts] I hate it!
All: Ssh.
Elaine: Oh, go to hell!!
J. Peterman: Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? You're fired.
Elaine: Great. I'll wait for you outside.

Jerry: This is quite a condo.
Morty Seinfeld: The Mandelbaums own the Magic Pan restaurants.
Jerry: The crepe place?
Morty Seinfeld: Yeah. This is all big crepe money.
Jerry: There's crepe money?