Kramer: Dean Jones, you wanting to talk to me?
Dean Jones: I've been reviewing Darin's internship journal. Doing laundry?
Kramer: Yeah.
Dean Jones: Mending chicken wire? High tea with a Mr. Newman?
Kramer: I know it sounds pretty glamorous, but it's business as usual at Kramerica.
Dean Jones: As far as I can tell, your entire enterprise is more than a solitary man with a messy apartment which may or may not contain a chicken.
Kramer: And with Darin's help, we'll get that chicken.
Dean Jones: I'm sorry, but we can't allow Darin to continue working with you.
Kramer: Well, I have to say this seems capricious and arbitrary.
Dean Jones: Your fly is open.

Jerry: [on the phone] What's going on?
George: Siege mentality, Jerry. They really want me out of here. They've downgraded me to some sort of a bunker. I'm like Hitler's last days here.
Jerry: So, are you going to leave?
George: Oh, no. I'm invigorated. They'll never get me out. I'm like a weed, Jerry.
Jerry: I thought you're like Hitler in the bunker?
George: I'm a weed in Hitler's bunker.
Jerry: I'm getting a little uncomfortable with the Hitler stuff.

Kramer: Look at this, they are redoing the Cloud Club.
Jerry: Oh, that restaurant on top of the Chrysler building? Yeah, that's a good idea.
Kramer: Of course it's a good idea, it's my idea. I conceived this whole project two years ago.
Jerry: Which part? The renovating the restaurant you don't own part or spending the two hundred million you don't have part?
Kramer: You see, I come up with these things, I know they're gold, but nothing happens. You know why?
Jerry: No resources, no skill, no talent, no ability, no brains...?
Kramer: No. No time! It's all these menial tasks. Laundry, grocery, shopping, coming in here talking to you. Do you have any idea how much time I waste in this apartment?
Jerry: I can ball park it.