Owner: [answers phone] China Panda.
Elaine: Yeah, I'd like to place an order.
Owner: Ah yes, what you like?
Owner: This Supreme Flounder, it says first time served in America. Is that true?
Owner: What number?
Elaine: 47.
Owner: Yeah, first time. What else?
Elaine: Uh, that's it.
Owner: Address?
Elaine: 78, West 86th Street. Apartment 3E.
Owner: That's southside. Sorry, we don't deliver below 86th.
Elaine: I'm not below.
Owner: Yes, you are. Street itself is boundary.
Elaine: Your guy can't cross to my side?
Owner: If we deliver to you, then what? Eighty-fifth Street, Wall Street, Mexico, Eighty-fourth Street.
Elaine: All right, fine. I'll just cross and meet him.
Owner: Sorry, food only for those who live within boundary. [hangs up]

Jerry: You'll have to dig up your spare set.
George: I don't have a spare set. All my keys say "do not duplicate".
Jerry: So?
George: So you can't duplicate them. [Jerry and Kramer laugh]
Kramer: Sure you can. [to Jerry] Such a sweet kid.

[As the delivery guy walks up to an apartment building, Elaine is waiting on the doorstep. She steps down as she sees him.]
Elaine: Oh. Oh, hi. China Panda?
Delivery Guy: Why you waiting on the street and not in your apartment?
Elaine: I... thought that I would meet you halfway. [takes bag]
Delivery Guy: You really live here?
Elaine: Oh yeah. There you go, keep the change. Bye now. I'll see you.
[As Elaine walks back towards the door of the building, she notices the delivery guy has not walked away. She tries to open the door but it's locked. Admitting defeat, she hands the food back to the delivery guy and takes her money.]
Elaine: This isn't fair. This is address discrimination!

Jerry: Well, I cleaned out their whole dental hygiene shelf.
George: So the plan is to secretly sterilize her mouth?
Jerry: By the time I'm through with her mouth, she'll be able to eat off it. Is it safe to drink bleach if you dilute it?
George: No, stings the throat.

George: Anyway, so I was coming along here, and I felt like a piece of cake, you know? But then I thought, it's morning, I should really have a muffin. I like those chocolate chip ones. Then I figured, well, they're really both cake. So I, uh, I sat on that bench for a little while - twenty minutes or an hour - and then I figured, check and see what you were up to. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. The broad jump! The broad jump over the pothole on 86th Street!

George: Now I remember, as I jumped over the hole I heard a, like a jingling sound.
Jerry: You didn't look down?
George: I was trying to stick the landing. It was right around here.
[As George looks down at the road, he sees a circle of freshly laid tarmac]
George: No! No!
[A car drives by, right over the fresh patch of road]
Key ring: Holy- Holy Cow!
Jerry: Poor son of a bitch.

Jenna: [o.s.] I was really happy with my old toothbrush.
[Jerry bags up Jenna's old toothbrush]
Jerry: No, trust me, that one was doing more harm than good. Don't forget to use the Plax too.
Jenna: [o.s.] That stuff tastes like bleach!
Jerry: I don't know anything about that.
[Jerry tosses the bagged toothbrush out the window]
Jenna: Mmm. My mouth feels so clean.
Jerry: That's the idea.
[As Jenna goes in to kiss Jerry, he flashes back to the toothbrush in the toilet.]
Jerry: You know, maybe we better not. I, I think I'm getting a little cold. I don't wanna give you any of my germs.
Jenna: Aw. Okay. Thanks, I guess.

Elaine: Jer, do you see where this is going?
Jerry: Being really clean and happy?
Elaine: Jerry, you have tendencies. They're always annoying, but they were just tendencies. But now, if you can't kiss this girl, I'm afraid we're talking disorder.
Jerry: Disorder?
Elaine: And from disorder, you're a quirk or two away from full-on dementia.
Jerry: Hmm, that could hurt me.

Man: [opens door] Yeah?
Elaine: Hi. I'm your neighbor, uh, fr... from across the street. And uh, I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, if I could use your apartment to order some food?
Man: What? What do you want?
Elaine: You see, there's this certain flounder and they won't deliver it to my side of the street.
Man: When- When is that?
Elaine: No, I just need them to deliver it here and I have to be kinda inside is all.
Man: Who are you with?
Elaine: No, actually I'm... I'm just kind of hungry. [chuckles]
Man: Who let you in?
Elaine: Well, the lock was broken. You just have to jiggle it, actually. But, I just need like a half an hour to an hour. [the man closes the door]

Jerry: Hey. So, keys?
George: No keys. And I been calling the city all day. Of course there's not really a number to call if you wanna make a pothole.
Jerry: I guess they leave that up to the general population.
George: I tell you this. If the real Phil Rizzuto was down there, this wouldn't be happening!
Jerry: Hard to say.