Elaine: So I made a little list of people who might've made the mannequin. You know, possible suspects.
Jerry: Yeah, all right. Go ahead.
Elaine: All right, well there was this blind guy at a party I was at, and he felt my face for a really long time. You know, to see what I looked like. He almost put his finger up my nose.
Jerry: Hmm. Okay, what else you got?
Elaine: Okay, I'm not gonna tell you the rest of the list.
Jerry: Oh, because I didn't think the blind guy did it?
Elaine: Because you have an attitude.

Man: Do I know you?
Elaine: Hmm. No, you don't.
Man: Yeah! You were wearing a G-string and one of those bras with points.
Elaine: The mannequin!
Jerry: Oh, I got to see this thing.

[As Jerry looks at Elaine and the mannequin sitting next to him:]
Jerry: I don't know about you, but I'm getting a hankering for some doublemint gum.

MacKenzie: Thanks for meeting me down here George. My office is out of control, phones ringing, people running in and out. [MacKenzie stops walking and talking; George falls still too] Did you hear something?
George: No, I didn't hear anything.
MacKenzie: Huh, that's strange. [they start walking again] It's quieter here. We can concentrate without people wooshing around... [both stop again] That sound again. Sure you didn't hear anything?
George: No, can't say as I did.
MacKenzie: Kind of like a... rustling.
George: Could be the leaves.

Jerry: Hello.
Audrey: What are you doing here?
Jerry: So how was the pie?
Audrey: What pie?
Jerry: The apple pie you had today at Monks.
Audrey: I'm very busy here.
Jerry: Pretty good, wasn't? I told you you should've tasted it.
Audrey: You better not let Poppie see you here.

Health Inspector: All right, I'm looking for someone named Poppie.
Audrey: Uh, who are you?
Health Inspector: Board of health, we've had several complaints.
Jerry: Oh, about the, uh... [mimes washing hands]
Health Inspector: Are you Poppie?
Poppie: I'm Poppie.
Health Inspector: I think you'd better come with me.
Poppie: What's the problem? [both walk away]
Audrey: What do they want from Poppie?
Jerry: Well, Poppie's a little sloppy.

[George is in a booth with MacKenzie and two associates. They're all laughing.]
MacKenzie: You taught I'd care about your pants wooshing?
George: I heard the last guy got fired because his nose whistled.
MacKenzie: No, no, no. He got fired because he wasn't a team player. That's something we don't joke about at MacKenzie. You'll find we're team here George. We don't tolerate dissent. If you want to go your own way, you're in the wrong place.
George: No problem there. Conformity is an obsession with me.
Waiter: Chocolate cream pie. Compliments of the house.
MacKenzie: Oh! Hope you saved room for dessert.
Waiter: The chef said that he made it special for you.
George: Oh... [George looks back and sees Bob hiding behind a plant]
MacKenzie: Mmm. Best pie I've ever tasted. Take a bite George. [George shakes his head] Well, take a bite. It's delicious. [George is still shaking] I insist.
Man: If you're one of us, you'll take a bite. [George continues to shake his head]

Jerry: So you didn't get the job?
George: No. But I was the only one at the table that didn't get violently ill.

George: Did you ever solve the riddle of the pie?
Jerry: No, that's one for the ages. But I think they're gonna be putting Poppie away for a long long time. [they toast]
[When Elaine enters, Olive gives her a distress look]
Elaine: You guys are not gonna believe this. I just got a letter from a friend of mine in Chicago who's shopping, and she said she saw a mannequin that looked just like me. What if there're more. Where are they coming from?
[elsewhere:]
Boss: Ricky, we've been getting a tremendous response to your TR-6 mannequin.
Ricky: TR-6? I prefer to think of her as... Elaine.