Elaine: Well, Mr. Peterman, I've got a really good idea for a hat.
J. Peterman: [rubbing his neck] Oh, my neck is one gargantuan monkey fist.
Elaine: It combines the spirit of old Mexico with a little big city panache. I like to call it the Urban Sombrero.
J. Peterman: No, no. No pears.
Elaine: Are you okay, Mr. Peterman?
J. Peterman: Yes, yes. Go on, go on, go on.
Elaine: Well, see, it's... businessmen taking siestas. You know, it's the, uh, the Urban Sombrero. [Peterman walks out, groaning] Mr. Peterman?

Elaine: [answers phone] Hello, Mr. Peterman, how are you feeling?
J. Peterman: Elaine, I'll be blunt. I'm burnt out. I'm fried. My mind is as barren as the surface of the moon. I can run that catalog no longer.
Elaine: What? Well, who's gonna do it?
J. Peterman: What about you?
Elaine: Me? Why me?
J. Peterman: Why, indeed.
Elaine: Mr. Peterman, you can't leave.
J. Peterman: I've already left, Elaine. I'm in Burma.
Elaine: Burma?
J. Peterman: You most likely know it as Myanmar. But it will always be Burma to me. Bonne chance, Elaine. [to a passerby] You there on the motorbike! Sell me one of your melons!

Mrs. Ross: We know the last three months have been hard on you.
George: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Very, very hard.
Mr. Ross: And they've been hard on us, too. It's a terrible tragedy when parents outlive their children.
George: Yes, I agree. I hope my parents go long before I do.

George: What were you saying to the Rosses over there, anyway?
Jerry: Oh, I don't know. I told them, "Her death takes place in the shadow of new life. She's not really dead if we find a way to remember her."
George: What is that?
Jerry: Star Trek II.
George: Wrath of Khan!
Jerry: Right. Kramer and I saw it last night. Spock dies and they wrap him up in a towel, and they shoot him out the bowel of the ship in that big sunglasses case.
George: That was a hell of a thing when Spock died.
Jerry: Yeah.

Kramer: What's wrong?
Elaine: Oh, Peterman ran off to Burma, and now he wants me to run the catalog.
Kramer: Where?
Jerry: Myanmar.
Kramer: Is that the discount pharmacy?

George: Boy, that was awkward.
Jerry: I don't mind the cemetery. In fact, now I see why people like golf. It's just nice to be outside in a well-landscaped area.

George: Well, anyway, the, uh. The stone is up. I paid my respects. I guess that's it.
Jerry: So it's over?
George: I have mourned for three long months! Summer months, too! Anybody could grieve in January. It's time for George to start being George again.
Jerry: All right, so uh, let's do something later. How about a movie?
George: Yes! Nothing says George like a movie.

Jerry: There's really not that much to tell. [v.o.] About a month ago, we were here having lunch, when all of a sudden we both just blurted out...
[flashback:]
Jerry & Jeannie: I hate you!
Jeannie: See you.
Jerry: See you.
[present:]
Jerry: It was unprecedented. I mean, it was the first truly mutual breakup in relationship history. No rejection, no guilt, no remorse.
Elaine: You've never felt remorse.
Jerry: I know, I feel bad about that...
Elaine: I bet your parents were upset, huh?
Jerry: Eh.
Elaine: You haven't told them yet, have you?
Jerry: No.

George: I tell you, Jerry, I'm feeling something. Something I haven't felt in a long time.
Jerry: Pride?
George: No. Autonomy, complete and total autonomy.
Jerry: Well, you're your own boss now.
George: I wanna go to a tractor pull.
Jerry: Go ahead.
George: I am staying out all night.
Jerry: Who's stopping you?
George: I wanna bite into a big hunk of cheese, just bite into it like it's an apple.
Jerry: Whatever.

Dugan: You're taking the job?
Elaine: You got that straight. Now, I want four new ideas from each of you by 6:00. No, make that six ideas by 4:00. All right, let's move, move, move, move, move!