George: Hey, speaking of which, I found a great way to separate the skin from the top of the pudding without leaving any around the edges: Exacto knife.
Jerry: I told you George, no more pudding. I'm starting a purification program. Keep all that kind of food away from me.
George: Well, I guess these would be out of the question. [pulls out two pudding skins in plastic bags.]
Jerry: What the hell is that?
George: Pudding skin singles.

Kramer: Hey, buddy, I'm borrowing all your Tupperware.
Jerry: Oh. Why?
Kramer: Well, I closed down my account at the blood bank.
Jerry: What, it's here? It's here in the building?
Kramer: Right across the hall. What, you wanna go see it?
Jerry: No, I don't! In fact, if even one corpuscle of that blood should find its way across that hall I will freak out on you, Kramer! Freak out.
Kramer: You know, for a fat guy, you're not very jolly.

Elaine: Hey, working out?
Jerry: You know it and I ditched all my junk food.
Kramer: [looking in the fridge] What the heck is going on here?
Jerry: Sorry, buddy. Clean house. It's all health food.
Kramer: [holding an array of vegetables] Well, I may have to take it, but I don't have to like it.

Elaine: [on the phone] Vivian, hi, it's Elaine. Yeah, I'm over at Jerry's. I got your message. What? Yeah, he's right here. Hold on. [hands phone to Kramer]
Kramer: For me? [on the phone] Go... Yeah, what tonight? Yeah, I'll be there...Yeah later. [hangs up] Well, somebody's baby-sitting.
Elaine: You? I'm more responsible than you are!
Kramer: Don't be ridiculous. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to fill my freezer with my own blood.

Jerry: Aah!
Kramer: It's okay, Jerry. I'm right here.
Jerry: I can see that. What happened?
Kramer: That knife, it nicked your jugular. You know Jerry, when somebody yells "Heads up", you're not supposed to actually look up.
Jerry: I'll remember that.
Kramer: Anyway, you were lucky that I was there. You lost a lot of blood.
Jerry: What?
Kramer: Oh, yeah. You've got three pints of Kramer in you, buddy.
[After Jerry starts to scream, Kramer joins in]

Jerry: Hey, how was baby-sitting?
Elaine: Oh, just great. I found out that Vivian has some kind of medical problem and if the worst happens she wants me to take care of Jimmy.
Jerry: Oh, I'm sure it won't be the worst.
Elaine: It doesn't matter. I mean, if anything happens to her, I'm on deck! Scissors mishap, air show disaster, Chinese organ thieves. It's a dangerous world.
George: She's right. I heard Kramer got mugged out on the suburbs on a baby-sitting gig.
Jerry: Really?

Izzy: Hello, dough boy.
Jerry: Mr. Mandelbaum? You're the personal trainer?
Izzy: I'm here to whip you into shape. So grab your jocks, if you need one. It's go-time.

Jerry: Ok, Mr. Mandelbaum, what you want me to do?
Izzy: Drop your purse, honey, and pick up that medicine ball.
Jerry: Is this a gym or some kind of fitness museum?
Izzy: Not funny. Over your head with it. Are you ready?
Jerry: For what?
Izzy: All aboard the pain train!
[Wearing boxing gloves, Mr. Mandelbaum starts hitting Jerry in the stomach. Jerry shows no reaction.]
Jerry: How many session did my parents paid for?
Izzy: Not enough to make a man of you, daffodil.

Jerry: Blood over there, sausages over here. I'm living in a slaughter house.
Izzy: [enters] Tonight, I want you to sleep on this. Toughens the vertebrae. What in holy hell? Sausages? Is this your diet?
Jerry: No, they're not mine Mr. Mandelbaum.
Izzy: Don't lie to me, butterbean. We're taking it up a notch.

Jerry: I can't believe I got another session with Izzy Mandelbaum. He's probably gonna make me box a kangaroo.