Elaine: Uh, excuse me.
Gladys: Be with you in a minute. [turns her back to Elaine, talks on the phone] No, you should have come last night, it was fun.
Elaine: Uhm, I just have a question.
Gladys: [raises a hand to Elaine, continues on the phone] I know, the margaritas in that place are so strong.
Elaine: Hello? I'd like to buy these huaraches.
Gladys: [still on the phone] So, what else is going on?
Elaine: Hey!
Gladys: Listen, I'll call you back. [to Elaine] Yes? What can I do for you?
Elaine: [dumps the huaraches on the counter] Nothing. You, just lost a customer.
[Elaine's dignified exit is undercut by trying to push open a pull door]

Valerie: Ready to go? I don't wanna miss the previews.
Jerry: Me neither. I love the previews. In fact I enjoy being the theatre cut-up. Last week after a preview, I yelled out "Must miss".
Valerie: I think that I was in that theatre. That- That was really funny.

George: So you're on the speed dial?
Jerry: After two dates!
George: What number?
Jerry: Seven.
George: Wow! You know, it's a pain to change that. You gotta lift up that plastic thing with a pen.

Elaine: All right, I have had it with those Mayans.
Jerry: I don't mind the Mayans.
Elaine: [unfolds a chair] You know that store, Putumayo? [sits] I was trying to buy these huaraches, right, and the saleswoman just completely ignored me.
Kramer: What, we talking huaraches? I know a great store for huaraches.
Elaine: No, no, not Putumayo.
Kramer: No, no. Cinco de Mayo. Yeah, Marcellino, he turned me on to it, and he's 1/64th Mayan.

George: You know, I'm starting to get a little nervous about this lunch.
Elaine: What did you have?

Minkler: George, we'll be blunt. The Mets need somebody to head up scouting, and
we think that someone might be you.
George: Head of scouting?
Mooney: Interested?
George: I'm still here.
Minkler: Now, unfortunately, league rules prevent us from making you an offer while you're still under contract.
Mooney: You understand what we're talking about?
George: So you're talking...
Minkler: No, no.
Mooney: We're not talking. We're just... talking.
George: So, you need me to get fired.
Minkler: We didn't say that.
Mooney: We couldn't say that, because even if we did...
Minkler: ...we couldn't say that we said it.
Mooney: You see what we're saying?
George: You are still paying for this lunch?
Minkler: We didn't say that.

Jerry: Hi. Sorry I'm late. There's a lot of chairs and balloons in my apartment. How about I make it up to you with dinner?
Valerie: Someplace nice this time?
Jerry: Yeah, I'm sorry about that Mongolian barbecue last night. I'd heard good things.
Valerie: I don't know, got a two in Zagat's. [leaves the room]
Jerry: Let me just check my messages. [to himself] Maybe a nicer girl called. [presses 7 without looking]
Woman: [on the line] Hello?
Jerry: Hello? Who's this?
Woman: Jane. What number did you dial?
Jerry: Seven?
[Jerry looks down and sees he's been demoted from 7 to 9 on Valerie's speed dial]

Elaine: [taps on window] Hey! See these? [raises her foot] Cinco de Mayo! Sales commission, bye-bye-o!

Valerie: Oh, flowers. You didn't have to do that. I mean, the dinner, and the play, and the hansom cab ride.
Jerry: Well, I just wanted to.- You forgot the gift certificate to Barnes and Noble.
Valerie: Oh.
Jerry: ...you know, make a good impression.
Valerie: I'm gonna go put these in some water.
Jerry: I like the way you think.
[After Valerie leaves the room, Jerry rushes over to check her speed dial]
Jerry: Oh, my God! Number one! Seinfeld, you magnificent bastard.

George: Sorry I'm late, but look what I found in the Yankee Hall of Pride display case.
Wilhelm: Isn't that Babe Ruth's uniform?
George: Is it? Huh, strawberries, anyone? [starts eating] Ah, that's good. Ooh, juicy this time of year. [wipes on the uniform] Gotta get the good ones. Oh, that's bad. That's bad.