Jerry: So how'd it go with Kevin? Did you steel-toe his ass back to Kentucky?
Elaine: You are not gonna believe this. I told him that I just wanted to be friends. He's fine with it. He really wants to be friends.
Jerry: Why would anybody want a friend?
Elaine: It's really not that bad, actually. He said he'd go to the Museum of Miniatures. This is something you would never, ever do.
Jerry: I mean, all that stuff is so small. Stupid.

George: Hi. I'm... I'm here to see a Mr. Art Vandalay.
Amanda: I'm sorry, sir, there is no Mr. Vandalay here.
George: Well, let me... Let me just check and make sure I have the right name. I seem to... [drops picture] Oh, l...
Amanda: Oh, she's beautiful. Who is she?
George: Well, if you must know, she was my fiancee, Susan. May she rest in peace.
Amanda: I am so sorry. She was lovely. I'm Amanda.
George: I'm George.

George: This is a fantastic place. I always thought it was a meat-packing plant.
Annabell: Hey, Amanda.
Amanda: These are my friends, Annabell, Justina and Mickey. We used to model together.
George: Oh, modeling. What's that like, fun? [inner monologue] Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Amanda: So, Mickey, how was Paris this time?
Mickey: A bore.
George: You know who used to love Paris? My dead fiancee, Susan. In fact, I think I may have a picture of her.
Mickey: Wow. She was beautiful. Do you wanna dance?

Kevin: That Museum of Miniatures was amazing.
Elaine: I know, it was so tiny.
Kevin: Yeah. Hey, guys. Elaine, sit down. These are a couple of my friends. This is Gene, and this guy we just call Feldman.
Elaine: Bizarro World.

George: Jerry, it was incredible. Models as far as the eye could see.
Jerry: Then it does exist.
George: Yes, the legends are true.
Jerry: So when are you going out with her again?
George: I'm not. I'm inside the walls.
Jerry: So you're gonna burn that bridge.
George: Flame on!
Jerry: So when are we going?
George: Well, it's a pretty fast-paced crowd. What would you wear? That?
Jerry: You know, I'm the one who's actually dating the woman in the picture.
George: Yeah. But I was engaged to her.

George: [on the phone] Jerry! My hair dryer ruined the picture. I need one or I can't get back into the forbidden city.
Jerry: Who is this?
George: Jerry! I need you to get another picture of man-hands. I'm begging you.
Jerry: If I get it, will you take me to that club and show me a good time?
George: Yes, yes, all right. Anything.

Kramer: [groans] Jeez.
Jerry: What's wrong?
Kramer: It's my stomach.
Jerry: You're probably getting an ulcer. This job is killing you. It's killing us.
Kramer: You know what? You're right. These reports, they can wait. Let's say we go out tonight. Any place you want.
Jerry: The coffee shop?
Kramer: You got it, buddy. I'll call George.

Jerry: Hey, isn't that Elaine?
George: Maybe she can get another picture. Elaine?
Jerry: Elaine?
Kramer: Elaine?
Kevin: Hey, Elaine. Hi. Over here.
Elaine: Jerry, George, Kramer... this is Kevin, Gene and Feldman.
Jerry: This is really weird.

George: Hi, I'm George.
Model: Are you sure you're supposed to be here?
George: Oh, yeah. Yeah. I used to come here with my fiancee, back when it was a meat-packing plant. Here's her picture.
Model: What'd you do? Cut this out of a magazine or something?
George: What?
Model: That's me. It's from a Clinique ad I did.
George: Look at that.
Bouncer: Let's go. Private party.

Elaine: What's up?
Kevin: Just reading.
[Elaine goes over to Kevin's fridge, takes out a jar of olives, and eats one]
Kevin: Hey, what are you doing?
Elaine: Eating olives.
Kevin: Ever hear of asking?