Jerry: What's he doing? Is he out of his mind? Do you see him? I don't even think I see him anymore. Where is he?
Elaine: Isn't that blue car him?
Jerry: No. No, that's not him. What happened to him? I can't believe it. I lost him. That stupid idiot. Now what are we going to do?
Elaine: It's no big deal, Jerry. We'll just meet him at the bubble boy's house.
Jerry: I don't even know where the bubble boy lives. I don't even remember the name of the town.
Elaine: What, you don't have the directions?
Jerry: No, I was following him.
Elaine: How could you not take the directions?
Jerry: Because he's my directions.

[As Kramer enters Jerry's apartment to borrow the sink plug, Jerry's answering machine rings]
Jerry: [recorded message] Leave a message. I'll call you back. Thanks.
Naomi: Hi, Jerry. It's Naomi. Uh, listen, if its not too late I've changed my mind, I'd like to go to the cabin
Kramer: Wait, wait. Yeah. [answers Jerry's phone] Hello! Hi. Oh, this is Kramer. Yeah, I'm the next door neighbor. Aw, well you know, Jerry's left. But listen, yeah, see my golf game got cancelled. Uh, I'm thinking of going up myself... They got pies and I got the directions right here.

Kramer: So then I drive all the way up to the country club and then I find out they got a tournament going on. Do you mind if I smoke?
Naomi: No.
Kramer: These are Cubans. [nonsense Spanish]
Naomi: [obnoxious laugh]

George: I don't know of this is the house. I don't see Jerry's car anywhere. [Susan kisses him] Stop. Would you quit it.
George: Maybe someone is going to see us here.
Susan Ross: So what? You are such a prude.
George: Hey, I am not a prude, sweetheart. I swing with the best of them.

Waitress: Hold it a second. Don't you play on TV?
Jerry: Oh, no.
Elaine: Yes. Yes. You saw him on TV.
Waitress: What's your name?
Elaine: Jerry Seinfeld.
Jerry: Elaine.
Waitress: Gary Seinfield. I saw you on The Tonight Show.
Elaine: Right. Hey, wouldn't you like an autographed picture?
Waitress: Oh, ha ha
Jerry: Uh, I don't have anymore pictures Elaine.
Elaine: He's lying. They're in the trunk. [grabs car keys] Now you get to sign another one.
Jerry: I'm not lying.
Elaine: Yeah, he is. [exits]
Jerry: She'll have a cup of copy and a broiled chicken.

Elaine: One picture left in the truck.
Jerry: Uh thanks. This is fun! This turned out to be a great weekend.
Elaine: Where's my water?
Jerry: Oh, it's coming. Here, you go.
Waitress: Thanks.
Elaine: What'd you write?
Waitress: "Nothing's finer than being in your diner."

Mrs. Sanger: I know. I know. Why don't you play a game of trivial Pursuit?
George: Well, you know we gotta been running because of the ...
Donald: [o.s.] What, are you afraid?
George: No. You see, it's-
Donald: I'm gonna kick your ass!

Jerry: Look, I was nice enough to give you the picture. I don't like what I wrote. I don't want it up there. Now please just give it back to me.
Waitress: You are really starting to get under my skin.
Jerry: I want that picture.
Waitress: Well, you can't have it! In fact maybe you better just pay your check and get out.
Jerry: I'm not paying for anything until I get that back.
Waitress: Well, you ain't getting' it back.
Jerry: Well, maybe I'll just take it back.
Elaine: This chicken is really good.

Kramer: Hey, anybody home? Oh, boy.
Naomi: What should we do?
Kramer: Huh, hold these pies.

Kramer: Naomi, come on let's get going.
Naomi: But that lake must be freezing.
Kramer: Nah, it's good for you. Retards the aging process.
Naomi: Ready to go swimming?
Kramer: Yeah. Let's go.