Jerry: He's supposed to see me on Friday.
Elaine: Oh, uh, I didn't know.
Jerry: We made plans.
Elaine: Well, uh, I'll cancel it.
Jerry: No, don't cancel it.
Elaine: Huh. Well this is a little awkward, isn't it.
Jerry: Well, frankly, it is.
Elaine: I've never seen you jealous before.
Jerry: Well, you're not even a fan. I was at game six. You didn't even watch it.
Elaine: Wait a second. Wait a minute. Are you jealous of him or you jealous of me?
Jerry: [long pause] Any Hennigan's around here?

Carol: Jerry, I can't believe it took you so long to come see the baby. I kept saying to Michael, "When is Jerry going to see the baby?"
Jerry: I was saying the same thing.
Carol: Let's take a picture. Michael, get the camera.
Jerry: Uh, you don't have to take a picture.
Michael: I don't know where it is.
Carol: It's in the bottom drawer of our dresser. Hurry up! He's such an idiot. Jerry, You want to pick her up?
Jerry: I better not.
Kramer: I'll pick her up.
Baby: [cries]

Elaine: Well, thanks for a nice evening. It was really fun.
Keith Hernandez: Yeah, it was. [inner monologue] Gosh, should I kiss her good night?
Elaine: [inner monologue] Is he going to try to kiss me? [out loud] I love Cajun cooking.
Keith Hernandez: Really? You know my mom's one quarter Cajun.
Elaine: Oh, my father's half drunk. [laughs]
Keith Hernandez: Maybe they should get together. [inner monologue] Go ahead. Kiss her. I'm a baseball player dammit.
Elaine: [inner monologue] What's he waiting for? I thought he was a cool guy.
Keith Hernandez: [inner monologue] Come on I won the MVP in '79. I can do whatever I want to.
Elaine: [inner monologue] This is getting awkward.
Keith Hernandez: Well, goodnight
Keith Hernandez: [inner monologue] I'm Keith Hernandez.

Elaine: Uh, who else? Mookie. Mookie was there. Do you know him?
Jerry: Well, I don't know him. I know who he is.
Elaine: Hmm. He's such a great guy. You should meet him. You know he's the one who got that hit...
Jerry: I know. He got the hit in game six.

Jerry: So, did you two, uh... Have, uh...
Elaine: What?
Jerry: You know...
Elaine: Milk?
Jerry: No!
Elaine: Cookies?
Jerry: Did he kiss you good night?
Elaine: I dunno.
Jerry: What do you mean you don't know?
Elaine: All right. He kissed me. Okay?
Jerry: Well, what kind of a kiss? Was it a peck? Was it a kiss? Was it a long make-out thing?
Elaine: Between a peck and a make-out.

Jerry: So, you like him.
Elaine: I don't understand. Before you were jealous of me. Now you're jealous of him?
Jerry: Ah, I'm jealous of everybody.

Elaine: What's going on?
Jerry: He wants me to help him move.
Elaine: Help him move? Move what?
Jerry: You know, furniture.
Elaine: So, what did you say?
Jerry: I said yes, but I don't feel right about it. I mean I hardly know the guy. That's a big step in a male relationship. The biggest. That's like going all the way.
Elaine: And you feel you're not really ready for...
Jerry: Well, we went out one time. Don't you think that's coming on a little too strong?

Kramer: What's going on?
Jerry: Keith Hernandez just asked me to help him move.
Kramer: What? Well, you hardly know the guy! What a nerve! You see, wasn't I right about this guy? Didn't I tell you? Now, you're not going to do it are you?
Jerry: I said yes.
Kramer: You said yes? Don't you have any pride or self respect? I mean, how can you prostitute yourself like this? I mean, what are you going to do? You're going to start driving him to the airport?
Jerry: I'm not driving him to the airport.
Kramer: Yeah, yeah. [gets ready to leave]
Jerry: Hey, Kramer, do me a favor, will you?
Kramer: What?
Jerry: Don't mention it to anybody.
Kramer: I wish you never mentioned it to me!

George: What? The guy asked you to help him move? Wow.
Jerry: I know isn't that something?
Kramer: He's got money. Why doesn't he just pay a mover?
Jerry: I don't know. H's got some valuable antiques. He's worried they'll break something.
George: The next thing you know, he'll have you driving him to the airport..
Jerry: I'm not driving him to the airport!

George: I gave. I gave everything I could, Mrs. Sokol, but nothing was good enough for her.
Mrs. Sokol: Sign here please.
George: I don't know who she's looking for. I don't know. I'll tell you something. She's very particular, your daughter. Very particular. What is she looking for, some big hot shot businessman? Well, I've got my pride too. I'm not going to beg her.
Mrs. Sokol: All right just sign it. People are waiting.