Jerry: So this is it, huh?
George: But it was here. It was here, I'm telling you. It was really here. There was a bar and a dance floor.
Jerry: I guess the DJ booth was over there behind the bone saw? Let's get out of here, George.
[As George walks out, he steps on the picture of the model on the sawdust-covered floor]

Jerry: She had man-hands.
Elaine: Man-hands?
Jerry: The hands of a man. It's like a creature out of Greek mythology. I mean, she was like part woman, part horrible beast.
Elaine: Would you prefer it if she had no hands at all?
Jerry: Would she have hooks?
Elaine: Do.... Do hooks make it more attractive, Jerry?
Jerry: Kind of cool-looking.
Elaine: Okay, listen. You're picking me up from White Plains tomorrow, right?
Jerry: Yeah. Yeah.
Elaine: Okay, I got five huge boxes of buttons.
Jerry: Well, if you need an extra set of hands, I know who you can call.

Gillian: Would you like some bread, Jerry?
Jerry: No. No, thanks, I'm just not hungry.
Gillian: Well, then, at least drink your beer. [uncaps Jerry's beer]
Jerry: It's not a twist-off.
Gillian: You have a little something on your face. I can get it.
Jerry: No, no, no.
Gillian: You're missing it. It's higher. [gets it] It's an eyelash. Make a wish.
Jerry: I don't want to.
Gillian: Make a wish.
Jerry: Okay. [disappointed] Didn't come true.
Gillian: Don't you just love lobster? [cracks it open]

Jerry: So Gillian's coming over later. I'm gonna end it.
Kramer: Uh-huh.
Jerry: Those meaty paws. I feel like I'm dating George "The Animal" Steele.

Gillian: All right. Well, do you still wanna see a movie later?
Jerry: I wish I could, but we're friends.
Gillian: I'm just gonna go wash my hands.
Jerry: Good idea. There's a beach towel on the rack.