Elaine: You're not gonna believe what I got in the mail. Invitation to Sue Ellen Mischke's wedding.
Jerry: At least the wedding gown will give her some support.
Elaine: Not the point. The wedding is in one week. I got this today.
Jerry: So you think it's a non-vite.
Elaine: It's an un-vitation.

George: Well, wait a minute. Nina just saw me in my Timberlands. Now I have to wear them every time I see her.
Jerry: Why?
George: In any other shoe, I lose two inches. I can't have a drop-down. We're eye to eye. I can't go eye to chin.
Jerry: So you're gonna wear them no matter what the situation?
George: In every situation. No matter how silly I look.

George: Ah, this is the kind of day that almost makes you feel good to be alive.
Jerry: New Timberlands?
George: Yeah, and a whole new me. I'm up two inches on these babies.
Jerry: Really?
George: 5'8". [off Jerry's look] 5'7".

George: How was the date?
Jerry: Pretty good. I think she might be the one.
George: [to the waitress] Oh, French fries.
Susan Ross: Eh, George.
George: Baked potato. Sorry.
Susan Ross: Yeah, you stuff your sorries in a sack, mister.

Nina: And they call it the World Wide Web. You can e-mail anyone.
Jerry: What are you, a scientist?
Nina: Ah. Gotta go. It was great talking. [exits]
Jerry: Great talking to you. What the hell is e-mail?

George: So, Elaine, are you going to sleep with me or what?!
Elaine: George, I just got off a twenty-three hour plane ride. I'm too tired to even vomit at the thought.
George: Fine. I'll ask you again when you're rested.
Jerry: Oh, I'm sure she'll come around.
George: Yeah, I hope so. For your sake!
[Kramer enters]
Jerry: I said I was sorry.
George: You can stuff you sorries in a sack, mister!

Kramer: What's up with you two?
George: I don't want to talk about it.
Kramer: So how was the big trip?
Jerry: I don't want to talk about it!
Kramer: Well, what happened to your nose?
Elaine: I don't want to talk ab-ow!-t it! [winces]

Sue Ellen: That's it! The wedding's off.
Pinter: What? But, Sue Ellen-
Sue Ellen: Elaine, you were my maid of honor and you slept with my Pinter?!
Elaine: No, no, no! It was years ago. Before you met him. And, and I got to tell you.. it was very mechanical.
Sue Ellen: I have never been so humiliated!
Elaine: Idiots! This is all your fault!
George: Not me! Him! His fault! He betrayed me!
Jerry: George, I'm sorry.
George: Well, you can stuff your sorries in a sack, Mister!
Jerry: I don't know what that means.

George: All right, Nina, you have to decide right now. Jerry or me?
Nina: All right.. Neither.
George: What?! Well, what are you doing here?
Nina: A free trip to India. And by the way, you can take off those boots. Everyone knows you're 5'6"".
George: 5'8". [off Jerry's look] 5'7".

Elaine: What happened last night?
Jerry: Oh, you were pretty loaded.
Elaine: I know. I woke up with this.
Jerry: Oh. Hello, Tetanus.