Jerry: You ran over some pigeons? How many?
George: What ever they had. Miranda thinks I'm a butcher. But it's not my fault is it? Don't we have a deal with the pigeons?
Jerry: Of course. We have a deal. They get out of the way of our cars, we look the other way on the statue defecation.
George: Right! And these pigeons broke the deal. I will not accept the blame for this.
Jerry: So Miranda's cooled on you?
George: I'm getting nothing.

Elaine: Hey. What's going on?
George: Hey. [sees Elaine's coffee stain] Art Garfunkel?
Elaine: No, Castro.
George: Right.
Elaine: All because of this creepy new guy at work. He just- He just comes out of nowhere and he's right next to you!
Jerry: So he just sidles up?
Elaine: That's right! He's a real sidler.

Jerry: So three dates and she still won't let me play with her toys.
Kramer: That's interesting. You know, someone mentioned to me you were not very happy with your toys growing up.
Jerry: Yeah, that was me.
Kramer: Oh, that's right, right, right. And, uh, you mentioned that uh, you didn't get a G.I. Joe. You had...
Jerry: An Army Pete.
Kramer: Right.
Jerry: He was made of wood and in the rain he would swell up and then split.
Kramer: And we all know how painful that can be.

Elaine: I'm gonna have to give that guy a taste of his own medicine, so, I'm going to sidle the sidler.
Jerry: You, sidle? You... You stomp around like a Clydesdale!
Elaine: Not with these honeys. Wrestling shoes!
Kramer: Only in New York. [chuckles]

Lou: Here's the new copy you wanted.
J. Peterman: Ah, yes. Well this certainly looks like a lot of words. In record time. I'm very impressed ... with both of you.
Elaine: [quietly standing next to Lou] Thank you.
J. Peterman: Unfortunately, I am also disgusted. This is incoherent dribble! This is a total redo and I'm assuming I need it right away.
Elaine: Well, I guess we'll just... [Lou has gone] Oh, just give me that.

Newman: Lately, though, I've been, uh... I've been buying the generic brand of waxed beans. You know, I rip of the label. I can hardly tell the difference.
Kramer: We've officially bottomed out. Who's our next guest?
Newman: We've got no one!
Kramer: We need a new foreman. We should shut down and re-tool. [pulls plug]
Newman: What about a guest-host?
Kramer: I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Jerry: Maybe it'll be fun having a pet.
George: It's not a pet. It's a wild invalid. And it knows that I tried to kill it. As soon as it gets better, it's gonna gnaw my brain out in my sleep.

Miranda: I got the nut bread, George. Let's go.
Jerry: So the squirrel's gonna make it?
George: Yeah, he's in my bed. I'm sleeping on the couch.
Jerry: Sleeping on the couch? So you're...
George: Still getting nothing! [to the pigeons on the window outside] Oh, go ahead pigeons. Laugh it up. I'm getting in my car now and the last think I heard ... we have no deal!

Jerry: Why were you making gravel?
Kramer: Well, I like the sound it makes when you walk on it.

George: You know I uh, spilled a yogurt smoothie in here two days ago. Can't smell anything, can you?
Miranda: Banana?
George: Right.
Miranda: George, watch out for those pigeons.
George: Oh, they'll get out of the way. You really smell banana? [there's a soft thumping sound and a cloud of feathers blows up across the wind screen]
Miranda: Oh my God. Oh.
George: So, uh, where are we eating?