George: [buttoning his shirt] A gymnast! I can't believe it, you didn't tell me she was a gymnast.
Jerry: What is this?
George: What? I'm putting my shirt back on.
Jerry: "Back on"? What was it doing off?
George: I take it off when I go to the, uh... You know, to "the office".
Jerry: What for?
George: Well, it frees me up. No encumbrances.
Jerry: Unbuttoned, or all the way off?
George: All the way, baby!

Jerry: So let me get this straight. You find yourself in the kitchen. You see an eclair, in the receptacle. And you think to yourself, "What the hell, I'll just eat some trash."
George: No, no. No, no, no. It was not trash!
Jerry: Was it in the trash?
George: Yes.
Jerry: Then it was trash.
George: It wasn't down in, it was sort of on top.
Jerry: But it was in the cylinder!
George: Above the rim.
Jerry: Adjacent to refuse, is refuse.
George: It was on a magazine! And it still had the doily on.
Jerry: Was it eaten?
George: One little bite.
Jerry: Well, that's garbage.
George: But I know who took the bite. It was her aunt!
Jerry: Well, you, my friend, have crossed the line that divides man and bum. You are now a bum.

Mr. Pitt: I have been accused of wrong-doing. But these false accusations will not deter us. We will annex Poland by the Spring, at any cost! And our stock will rise high! [salutes]

George: [on the phone] No, Lindsay, it was not in the garbage. It was above the garbage. Hovering. Like an angel. Of course I know your aunt bit it. I kissed her goodbye. Listen, can I tell you something else? In my family, we used to eat out of the garbage all the time. It was no big thing. That's right. Oh, okay. Buh-bye.

Mr. Pitt: Oh, this is very odd.
Kramer: Yeah, it's 3-D art. Computers generate it. Big computers.
Mr. Pitt: Yes, I've heard about these. How do they work?
Kramer: Well, you blur your eyes like you're staring straight through the picture. And you keep your eyes unfocused. And then... [both stare at the picture] Oh, oh, oh, yeah!
Mr. Pitt: I don't see it.
Kramer: Yeah, it's a spaceship, surrounded by planets, asteroids...
Mr. Pitt: I still don't see it.
Elaine: Okay, Kramer, that's enough. Mr. Pitt has got work to do.
Kramer: You ever dream in 3-D? It's like the boogeyman is coming right at you.
Mr. Pitt: A spaceship, where?
Kramer: [pointing] Right in here. Just keep your eyes unfocused.

Jerry: I cannot believe Lindsay's still seeing you after that Breakfast at Tiffany's thing.
George: I think she finds my stupidity charming.
Jerry: As we all do.

George: Anyway, she's uh, having some kind of a family lunch, I'll swing by after.
Jerry: Oh, so you're gonna meet the mother?
George: Yeah, I'll zip in, "How do you do?", zip out. She'll love me.
Jerry: You're good with the mothers.
George: You know, I'm better with the mothers than I am with the daughters.
Jerry: Maybe you should date the mothers.
George: Well, if I could talk to the mothers and have sex with the daughters, then I'd really have something going.
Jerry: Oh, you got something going.

Jerry: Yeah, well, I think I'm bailing.
Kramer: "Bailing"?
Jerry: Yeah, you know, Kramer, there's always a price to pay for just a sexual dalliance.
Kramer: Jerry, you should pay that price.
Jerry: She's Romanian. What am I gonna talk to her about, Ceausescu?
Kramer: Ch- What?

Jerry: You always take the shirt off?
George: Always.
Jerry: Boy, I tell you, knowing you is like going out in the jungle. I never know what I'm going to find next, and I'm real scared.

Mrs. Enright: Oh, George, it is so nice to finally meet you. And I'm sorry we've kept Lindsay so long.
Lindsay: Mother...
George: Oh, no, no, not at all. No, I have always felt that the most important thing in the world is spending time with family.
Mrs. Enright: Oh? Are you and your family close?
George: Very close, yes. Almost painfully close.