Jerry: Hey. What are you doing?
Kramer: I'm watching your door.
Jerry: My door?
Kramer: Yeah, from my peephole. Fisheye, sees all.

Jerry: So, too bad about that Super Bowl ticket, eh, Newman?
Newman: Yeah. I just hope Tim Whatley's electric bills don't suddenly get lost in the mail, or it could be lights out for him.
Jerry: [leaving his own apartment] Thanks for having me over, guys.

Jerry: H... G... F. Seat four. One, two, three... f-- Hello, Newman.
Newman: Hello, Jerry. Tim couldn't make it. He's in love. Isn't that wonderful?
Jerry: Oh, it's enchanting.

Bonnie: George, Scott's gonna drop by. He said he never got his boxes. I'll get the towels.
George: [inner monologue] How am I gonna get out of this? Think Costanza, think!
Bonnie: Here we are.
George: Hey, do you know, Bonnie, I just had a pretty wild idea.
Bonnie: What is it?
George: Well I, uh, I'm not sure how you pronounce it or anything, but I, uh, I believe it's Ménage à Trois?
Bonnie: What?
Scott: [enters] Hi.
Bonnie: Scott! Remember what we talked about the other day? George is into it.
Scott: Oh, really?!

Jerry: The Drake put me in the wedding party.
George: Well, who schedules his wedding on Super Bowl Sunday?
Jerry: Maybe he didn't know?
George: Let me see. I can't believe you got these for free. Row F?!
Jerry: Row F, in front of the Gs, hobnobbing with the Ds and Es.

George: How about Kramer or Elaine, they don't want them?
Jerry: I asked. Elaine laughed at me, Kramer's only interested in Canadian football.

George: Hey, is that Tim Whatley?
Jerry: The Dentist?
George: Yeah, is he still mad at you for crashing his Thanksgiving party?
Jerry: Oh, no. I explained the whole thing to him. He was fine with it.
George: Oh good.
Jerry: Yeah, I blamed it on you. [George splutters]

Tim Whatley: What are you up to?
Jerry: Ah, just a couple of gals out on the town, shopping and gabbing.
George: [chuckles] Yeah, I'm getting a makeover. [Tim doesn't laugh]
Jerry: Hey. How would you like to go to the Super Bowl?
Tim Whatley: What, are you kidding?
Jerry: Here. Two tickets. Have a good time.
Tim Whatley: How can I think you? I'll tell you what, I'll take you to dinner sometime. You ever been to Mendy's?
Jerry: No, no, no. No dinner.

Jerry: [on the phone] Tim, you didn't have to get me a thank you gift. I know, it's a label maker. The Label Baby Junior. Yeah, I hear they're good. Well, label me thankful. Okay, well you enjoy those tickets. Buh-bye. [hangs up]

Kramer: Where can I put this?
Jerry: What is it?
Kramer: It's Risk, Jerry. The game of world conquest.