George: She's bluffing. She's got it stashed away in there somewhere.
Elaine: This is an absolute disaster.
George: Oh, I don't know. Check this out.
Elaine: You stole her clock? ... Well, done.
George: Yep, this one for our side!

Newman: It's getting cold. It's getting cold.
Kramer: That was a close one.
Newman: Well, why do we have to keep this a secret from Jerry?
Kramer: Because if Jerry finds out I'm hooked on Roger's chicken, I'm back in there with the red menace.

Kramer: Oh, hey, Elaine stopped by. Yeah, dropped off that Bob Sacamano hat. Oh, she's upset at him. Yes sirree. Yeah, well thanks for stopping by.
Jerry: I sure do miss my apartment. Maybe I'll switch back.
Kramer: Oh, you don't want to think about that. No, sir. Otherwise I'd have no choice but to put that banner back up and run that Rogers right out of town.
Jerry: I don't think you will. As a matter of fact, I'll save you the trouble. I'll do it myself.
Kramer: Yeah. Yeah, go ahead, put the banner up. Doesn't matter to me.
Jerry: All right.
Kramer: No Jerry! I need that chicken! I gotta have that chicken! Now, you leave those roasters alone. Kenny never hurt anybody.
Jerry: You got a little problem.
Kramer: Oh, I got a big problem, Jerry!

George: So how do you want to do this?
Heather: All right, George, I'll be honest. The first time we went out, I found you very irritating. But after seeing you for a couple of times, you sorta got stuck in my head. Costanza! [like "By Mennen"]
George: So you really don't have my hat?
Heather: What?
George: [moves his bag] Oh. let's go do something.
Heather: What's in the bag?
George: Oh, that's a sandwich. [clock starts ringing] Damn salami.
Heather: My clock. You stole it?!
George: That damn delicatessen. That is last time they screw up one of my orders.

Elaine: So I told Ipswich I'd have the hat by this afternoon, what am I gonna do?
Kramer: You should sleep with him.