Elaine: What's the matter with you?
Jerry: Uh, I don't know. I don't feel so good.
Elaine: What's wrong?
Jerry: My stomach. I think it was that cookie.
Elaine: The black-and-white?
Jerry: Yeah.
Elaine: Not getting along?
Jerry: I think I got David Duke and Farrakhan down there.
Elaine: Well, if we can't look to the cookie where can we look?
Jerry: Oh, my stomach. I feel like I'm going to throw up.
Elaine: Wait. What about your vomit streak?
Jerry: I know. I haven't thrown up since June 29th, 1980.

[A man walking by with a cane places it on top of Elaine's shoe]
Elaine: Oh, oh!
Man: Sorry.
Elaine: Sorry? You almost took my toe off. Why don't you watch what you're doing you, lunatic! [the man walks away] Uh, I think he broke my toe. [Jerry gets up] Where are you going?
Jerry: Fourteen years down the drain.

Clerk: Can I help you guys with anything?
George: We bought the wine here before, but now we're blocked in by some car that's double parked and we're just waiting for the guy to pull out.
Clerk: Well, wait outside. This isn't a hangout.
George: But my friend here has hypothermia.
Kramer: I've got hypothermia.
Clerk: All right guys, take it outside.
[As George turns around, his big coat knocks over a bunch of wine bottles]
Clerk: You're paying for these.
[Kramer slips in the wine]

George: [shivering] You know that coat was Gore-Tex. It was worth a hell of a lot more than that cheap Chardonnay.
Kramer: I'm freezing. I'm definitely freezing. I can't stop shaking.
George: I'm cold too. At least you've got a coat. Let's get in the car.
[A mustachioed Middle-Eastern man with a green, army coat and black hat approaches the car blocking George in]
George: Oh, my god that's Saddam Hussein. The dictator. I told you.
Saddam Hussein: I wouldn't walk around without a coat in this weather; you'll catch your death of cold. So long.

George: Somebody double parked, we couldn't help it. It might have been Saddam Hussein, we're not really sure. He had a British accent though. What, what happened to you?
Elaine: Somebody put a cane on my foot. Just like the one I'm going to put up your...
Jerry: Hey, what happened to your coat? And what's the smell, what are you drunk?
George: I had to give it to the liquor store guy.
Jerry: What for?
George: I spilled some Chardonnay. So what did you get?
Elaine: Cinnamon Bobka.
George: Cinnamon? Why didn't you get chocolate?
Jerry: George!

Elaine: Here. Here's your cake.
George: And your wine.
Elaine: See ya'.
Jerry: See ya'.