Izzy: What are you doing here?
Jerry: Aw, Mr Mandelbaum, I just wanted to come by and tell you how sorry I was that you hurt yourself.
Izzy: What the hell is that?
Jerry: What?
Izzy: That shirt. You think that you are the number #1 dad?
Morty Seinfeld: This was a gift from my son.
Izzy: Oh, I see how it works now. He knocks me out of commission, so you can strut around in your fancy number one shirt. Well, I'll show you who's number one. [starts to get out of bed]
Jerry: Mr Mandelbaum, please.
Izzy: It's go time. [his back cracks as he stands up] Ah! My back. I can't move.
Morty Seinfeld: Call an ambulance.
Jerry: I think I saw one a couple of doors down.

Jerry: This is your son?
Izzy: I got married in high school.
Izzy Jr.: Hey, who are you?
Izzy: This is Seinfeld's kid.
Izzy Jr.: Oh, you think you're tough, picking on an old man? Maybe you'd like to try taking on somebody your own age.
Jerry: You got any kids?
Izzy Jr.: Oh, you think you're better than me? Go ahead, pick out anything in the room here. I'll lift it up over my head.
Jerry: Look, no-one is lifting anything.
Izzy: The television.
Izzy Jr.: This one's for you, Pop. It's go time. [tries to pick up the TV] Oh! My back!
Izzy: Call an ambulance.
Jerry: We're already in a hospital.

Jerry: All right, I got to go back to the hospital.
George: What, to see the old guy?
Jerry: No, I got into a thing with the son, and now he's laid up too.
George: How old's the son?
Jerry: I think he's the same age as the father.
George: What is with this family?
Jerry: I dunno. It's like, if one of them dies, the other one wants to bench press the casket.

Izzy Sr.: My boys.
Izzy: My dad.
Izzy Jr.: My grandpa.
Jerry: Oh, come on!
Izzy Sr.: What happened to him?
Jerry: He was trying to lift the TV.
Izzy Sr.: That TV?
Jerry: Oh, no. It's go time.
Izzy Sr.: [o.s.] [cracking sound] Oh!

Izzy Sr.: Why didn't anybody tell me? It was bolted down!
Izzy: I still thought you could do it.
Izzy Jr.: Me too.
All: Mandelbaum, Mandelbaum, Mandelbaum!
Jerry: Fellas, fellas, look, I gotta go.
Izzy: Oh yeah, that's right. Go. Put us all in the hospital. And you've ruined our business with all your macho head games.

Jerry: I didn't ruin your business.
Izzy: Yes, you did. There's nobody there now at the Magic Pan to roll the crepes. We gotta close it up.
Jerry: Don't you hire people to do that?
Izzy: Each crepe has to be hand-rolled by a Mandelbaum. That's what puts the magic in Magic Pan!
Jerry: So, you just need some guys that could roll them?
Izzy: Yeah.
Jerry: I think I can help you out. I'll see you later. [starts to leave]
Izzy Sr.: Hey, I can't see the TV.
[Jerry walks over to the TV, grabs it by the handles and lifts it and the cabinet its bolted to across the room]
Jerry: Here. [walks out]
Izzy: You think you're better than us, don't you?! Huh!?

Jerry: He was gonna fire you?
Elaine: The only way I could talk him out of it was that I agreed to go and visit the Tunisian desert.
Jerry: Tunisia?
Elaine: That's where they filmed the movie. It's supposed to inspire me.
Jerry: Well, that doesn't sound so bad.
Elaine: I have to live in a cave.
Jerry: Oh.

Kramer: These Dominicans really know their way round a crepe. Look at that. It's like they're rolling a double corona. Just a cigar made outta Bisquik, huh, Guillermo?

George: Danielle. Where's Neil? Is this him?
Danielle: Yeah, that blueberry crepe burned him pretty badly.
George: Whose cane is this?
Danielle: It's Neil's.
George: (to himself) A cane. I knew it. [to Neil] So, we meet at last. I admire your skills, Mr. Peanut.

Waitress: What do you want?
George: Ah, I've had everything on the menu. Uh, surprise me.
[The waitress goes to the kitchen]
Danielle: [to George] Neil. [taps on George's shoulder] Neil. [George turns around] Oh, I am sorry. I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend here. He looks just like you.
George: Really?
Danielle: Yeah.
George: Like me?
Danielle: Uh-huh. Sorry. [walks away]
George: [to himself] Like me? But how?
Waitress: [returns] Here's your halibut omelette. Surprised?
George: Yes. Yes, I am.