Newman: I called in sick. I don't work in the rain.
George: You don't work in the rain? You're a mailman. "Neither rain nor sleet nor..." It's the first one.
Newman: I was never that big on creeds.
George: You were supposed to deliver my calzones. We had a deal!
Newman: I believe the deal was that I get the calzones on my route. Well, today I won't be going on my route, will I? Perhaps tomorrow.
George: But I'm paying you!
Newman: Yes, thank you. [closes door]
George: Newman!

Jerry: So George, remember I was telling you Nikki always gets whatever she wants. We're at the movies last night. It's sold out. Nikki goes and talks to the manager. Right in.
George: Beautiful women. You know, they could get away with murder. You never she any of them lift anything over three pounds. They get whatever they want whenever they want it. Nobody can stop them.
Jerry: She's like a beautiful Godzilla.
George: And I'm thousands of fleeing Japanese.

Newman: Well, you certainly are in a bind.
George: Yeah. And I thought since you go buy there everyday, we could help each other out.
Newman: [chuckles] Oh, well. Let me perfectly blunt. I don't care for you, Costanza. You hang out on the west side of the building with Seinfeld all day and just laughing it up, wasting your lives.
George: Are you going to help me or not?
Newman: All right, all right. I will help you. But I will except something in return.
George: What?
Newman: Well, for starters I want a calzone of my own.
George: All right.
Newman: And a slice of pepperoni pizza. And a large soda. And three times a week, I shall require a canolie.
George: That's a little steep, don't you think?
Newman: You know, I hear Mr. Steinbrenner can be a bit erratic. I would hate to see him when he's hungry.
George: All right, all right.
Newman: Do we have a deal?
George: Just make sure you have them to me by one o'clock. He's very regimented about his meals.
Newman: I know exactly how he feels. Well, nice doing business with you. Do come again. [laughs]

George: Well, currently, the doors on the bathroom stalls, here at the stadium, don't offer much by way of privacy. But I was thinking if we extend the doors all the way to the floor...
Mr. Steinbrenner: All the way to the floor! What are you out your mind? You'd suffocate in there. You'rer lucky you have any doors at all. You know, when I was in the army... Hey, Costanza. What is that you're eating over there? That looks pretty tasty.
George: It's a calzone, sir.
Mr.. Steinbrenner: A calzone, huh? Pass it down here. Let's get a little look at at it. I want a little taste. Come on, come on. Pass it down here. That's a good boy. Okay. What's in this thing?
George: Uh. Cheese, pepperoni, eggplant.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Eggplant. Oh, that's a hell of a thing. Okay, back to business. Okay, here you go. Very good, very good. Excellent. Excellent calzone you got there Costanza. I'm a little jealous now. Okay, here we go. [talks rapidly] Like I told you last week, the renovation of the press box is taking too long. [normal voice] Boy, you know that eggplant was very good. Everybody out. I got eggplant on my mind. Costanza, go get me couple of those calzones right now. Pronto. Move out. Big Stein wants an eggplant calzone. He ust have one. Everybody out. Out. Hurry up. Hurry up.

Mr. Steinbrenner: What did he do with it? It's gotta be here somewhere. I'm not crazy. I can smell it. [sniffs Kramer's shirt] Oh, hey, Costanza. How come these clothes smell like calzone?
George: My friend put them in the pizza oven.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Put them in a pizza oven? What for?
George: To heat them up.
Mr. Steinbrenner: That's not a bad idea. How about this? We'll put all the uniforms in big pizza ovens before the game. That's fantastic. Keep those muscles loosey-goosey. This could be big. Clean up this mess, will you? Big Stein's onto something. I smell a pennant!

[stand-up:]
Jerry: Have you noticed that every place you go into lately has that tip jar on the counter? What is the service that this tip is for, anyway? I mean, isn't the man basically just turning around? Isn't that really all it is? I think we're tipping people now just for the absence of outright hostility. "Thanks very much. Here's a little extra for not taking my head and smashing my face through the glass countertop. Really good service here."

Jerry: What's with you?
Kramer: Feel this.
Jerry: Wow. That's hot.
Kramer: Yeah. It's piquing hot. It's fresh out of the dryer. Hey, Elaine, you've got to feel my pants.
Elaine: I'll see you later. [exits]
Kramer: Oh. All right. You don't know what your missing. I'm loving this, Jerry. I am never putting on another piece of clothing unless it's straight out of the dryer.
Jerry: So, now every time you get dressed, you're going to go down to the basement and use the dryer?
Kramer: Oh, yeah. It's a warm and wonderful feeling, Jerry.

Mr. Steinbrenner: [answers phone] What is it, Watson? A lost and found? No, I don't think we need that. If people can't hold on to things, tough luck. [to George] You got a little chunk on your lip, by the way.
George: You know, a lost and found could be a good idea.
Mr. Steinbrenner: Hold on, Watson. You like lost and found George?
George: Definitely.
Mr. Steinbrenner: All right. A lost and found. But there's got to be some kind of a time limit. We're not running a pawn shop here.

George: So, they're putting in a lost and found because of me. I mean, there's a time limit but still.
Jerry: They're really building a Utopian society up there. And you attribute all this to the calzone?
George: Yeah. I am like a drug dealer. I got the guy hooked. I am having lunch at his desk everyday this week, just him and me. He doesn't make a move without me. It's very exciting.
Jerry: Boy, with you two guys at the helm. The last piece of the puzzle is in place.

George: So let me ask you a question about the tip cup, because I had a little thing with the calzone guy there this morning. I go to drop a buck in the tip jar and just as I am about to drop it, in he looks the other way. And then, as I am leaving, he gives me this look like, "Thanks for nothing."
Jerry: You got no credit.
George: Exactly. It's like I'm throwing a buck away. I mean, if they don't notice it what's the point.
Jerry: So you don't make it a habit of giving to the blind?
George: Not bills.