Elaine: You know, the photo I took in Tuscany of the little man in front of the sign that said "Costanza"?
Frank Costanza: There's a Costanza in Tuscany? Did he look like me? Did you talk to him?
Elaine: I didn't talk to anyone. I was just walking by, and I saw the sign, and I thought George might get a kick out of it.
Frank Costanza: I gotta get that picture. It could be my cousin, Carlo.
Elaine: Who is that?
George: When the Costanzas came here, one brother stayed behind.
Frank Costanza: I played with his son every day until the age of four. And then we separated.
Elaine: So, you weren't born here?
Frank Costanza: No. That's why I can never be president. It always irked me. That's why, even at an early age, I had no interest in politics. I refuse to vote. [shouts] They don't want me, I don't want them!

Doll: [Estelle's voice] Georgie! Don't eat with your hands! Why do you eat so fast?! You can't even taste it!
George: Don't tell me how to eat!
Doll: You're wearing that shirt? You've had it for five years already! Why don't you buy a new shirt?!
George: Because I like this one! [gets up, grabs the doll] Come on, let's go. Let's go!
[As George gets up to leave, he runs into Deena, the woman who thought he was having a break down.]
George: Oh, hi. [exits]
Deena: [to Ruthie, the cashier] That man should really be in a sanitarium.

Kramer: Jerry, why don't you do a bit on Styrofoam?
Jerry: Like what?
Kramer: Well, uh... [impersonate Jerry's act] "What is this stuff? Why do we need this stuff?.. And why do they make them so small..?"
Jerry: Where's the punchline?
Kramer: It's all attitude.

Frank Costanza: Do you have another copy of that photo?
Elaine: No, I, I don't. But.. Well, the Maestro might.
Frank Costanza: The Maestro? What Maestro?
Elaine: He's this guy that I went to Tuscany with. He's a great guy, but I just wouldn't feel comfortable calling him.
George: Really? Why?
Elaine: Because he hasn't called me since we got back. I spilled wine on his 8 by 10 photo of one of his favorite Italian opera stars.
George: Who?
Elaine: You know the Three Tenors?
George: Yeah. Pavarotti, Domingo, and... uh, the other guy.
Elaine: The other guy.

Kramer: Now this is remarkable. I'm lounging, and yet, my pants remain perfectly creased.
Frank Costanza: It's him! It's Carlo Costanza!
Kramer: Come on. Are you sure?
Frank Costanza: I'd know him anywhere.
Maestro: I've seen that man in Tuscany. Eccentric fellow. Reputation of being kind of a village idiot.
Frank Costanza: I still say we're related.

Frank Costanza: Take a look at this. Doesn't that look like my flesh and blood? Of course, your mother- [sees the doll in Susan's arms]
Doll: [Estelle] Oh, stop bothering everybody with that picture. It's ridiculous!
Frank Costanza: [walks towards the doll] Ridiculous?! I'll show you ridiculous! [grabs the doll from Susan] Come here!
Susan Ross: No, Mr. Costanza! No, no!
[After Frank manages to get the doll from Susan, he twists the doll's head clean off the body]
Frank Costanza: There! Now what have you got to say for yourself?!
George: I told you it looked like her.

[stand-up:]
Jerry: Then the pilot always come on with his little announcement. "I'm going over this. I'm going over that. I'm taking a left. I'm bringing it up. I'm bringing it down. I'm going right. I'm going this way. I'm going that way." And we're back there going, "Yeah, that's all fine. Just do what the hell you got to do. I don't know what the hell is going on." Do I bother him? Do I go knocking on the cockpit door? "I'm having the peanuts now. Just thought you might like to know what we're doing."

George: Oh my God! What is that?!
Susan Ross: [rushes in] What? What is it?
George: This doll... looks like my mother.
Susan Ross: George, it's a doll.
George: I know it's a doll. But it looks like my mother!
Susan Ross: Oh, get out of here.

George: What is this thing doing here?
Susan Ross: Oh, I used to love to sleep with my dolls when I was a little girl.
George: Uh, I'm sorry, I can't do this..
Susan Ross: Why?
George: I feel like I'm in bed with my mother.
Susan Ross: Oh, stop it.
[As they kiss, George hides the doll away under Susan's pillow]

Jerry: Hey, what are you doing tomorrow? You want to come see me on the Charles Grodin show?
Elaine: Who else is on the show?
Jerry: Uh, one of the three tenors.
Elaine: The Three Tenors? Which one?!
Jerry: Uh. It's not Pavarotti, it's not Domingo...
Elaine: [extremely excited] The other guy?!
Jerry: Yeah, the other guy.
Elaine: My God! I can't believe the other guy's going to be on the show!
Jerry: Why?
Elaine: Because I ruined this autographed picture of him that belonged to the Maestro. You think I can go and get his autograph?
Jerry: Why not?
Elaine: [giddy] Oh, wow! The other guy!