George: Do chickens have individual personalities?
Kramer: [shivering] I don't care.
George: If you had five chickens, could you tell them apart by just the way they acted? Or would they all just be walking around? Cluck, cluck, cluck? Because if they have individual personalities, I don't think we should be eating them.

[stand-up:]
Jerry: I heard a weatherman say that 75% of your body heat is actually lost through the top of the top of the head. Which sounds like you could go skiing naked if you got a good hat. But there's no hat that makes a statement quite like a hat with the flaps. [picks up such a hat] The hat with the flaps makes a statement like no other hat makes. This hat says to the world, "I would rather have the heat in my skull rather than anything society could possibly offer." In fact, I would say if you're on trial for a serious crime and you lawyer recommends the insanity defense, this is the hat to wear. I mean, your lawyer should really insist on it. [puts on the hat] He should just go, "Your honor, 'The defense rests'".

Elaine: What's this one?
Clerk: That's Cinnamon babka.
Jerry: Another babka?
Clerk: There's chocolate and there's cinnamon.
Jerry: Well, we've got to get the cinnamon.
Elaine: No, but they got the chocolate. We'll be going in with lesser babka.
Jerry: I beg your pardon? Cinnamon takes a back seat to no babka. People love cinnamon. It should be on tables at restaurants along with salt and pepper. Anytime anyone says, "Oh, this is so good. What's in it?" The answer invariably comes back, cinnamon. Cinnamon, again and again. Lesser babka? I think not.

Elaine: Hey, do you believe I got "Happy New Year'd" today? It's February.
Jerry: I once got Happy New Year'd in March.
Elaine: It's disgusting.
Jerry: It's pathetic.

Jerry: All right, look at all this stuff. What are we getting?
Elaine: Chocolate babka. That's their specialty.
Jerry: Love that babka.
Elaine: Yeah, yeah!
Jerry: But listen, Elaine, when we get up to the door, you , you hold the cake box.
Elaine: Why?
Jerry: I don't know. Just standing there with a box, holding it by the little string.
Elaine: You think it's effeminate?
Jerry: It's a tad dainty.

Elaine: Oh, we forgot to pick a number.
Jerry: You see, that's not fair. We were here ahead of all these people.
Elaine: You think I should go ask her for hers?
Jerry: No, forget it.
Elaine: No, no, it's not fair. Just because they have a ticket doesn't mean they were here first. We were here and we were ahead of them, and them, and her. Come on, let's just go ask them. Come on. Excuse me.

Kramer: Wow, I'm not finding a spot here. What do you want to do?
George: Eh, just double park.
Kramer: No.
George: Why not?
Kramer: I'll get a ticket! Besides, what if somebody wants to get out of here?
George: Are you kidding? People get spaces this good, they never give them up.
Kramer: It's a fallacy.

Elaine: But we were here ahead of you.
Barbara: How do I know that?
Jerry: Well, we saw you come in.
David: Well, that's easy for you to say.
Elaine: Oh, yeah, right, that's something I do all the time, right. I make up stories to get ahead in line at bakeries.

Elaine: Oh, my God. I... I know you. Um, I'm Elaine Benes. You remember? We met at Linda van Grak's baby shower.
Barbara: I'm on my way over there right now.
Elaine: Me too.
David: You're Jerry right?
Jerry: David!
Elaine: Well, this is a little awkward, isn't it?
Barbara: Yes it is.
Elaine: You know, we were here ahead of you.
Barbara: You're not getting my number.
Jerry: Oh, so you still don't believe us?

Barbara: That's us.
Elaine: Oh, oh, fine, go ahead. But listen. Let me tell you something. As soon as I get there, I'm going to tell everyone what a jerk you are.
Barbara: Well, I'll be there ahead of you and I'LL be telling them what a jerk you are! [to the clerk] I'll have the chocolate babka.
Clerk: You're lucky, Mrs. Benedict, it's our last one.