Jenna: How you feeling?
Jerry: Good. My cold's gone, and I've been looking forwards to kissing you, which I'm ready to do now, if you are ready.
[As Jenna moves in to kiss, he once again feels uneasy]
Jenna: What?!
Jerry: Nothing. I just, I uh, I bruised my lip. I was drinking a Celray, and I brought it up too fast and I banged it into my lip, and then I knocked your toothbrush into the toilet and I wasn't able to tell you before you could use it.
Jenna: What?
Jerry: I'm sorry.
Jenna: When were you gonna tell me this?!
Jerry: Obviously never.

Jerry: [knocking] Hey, Jenna. Hey!
[Jenna opens Jerry's front door]
Jenna: There. Now something of yours has been in the toilet.
Jerry: What?! What did you put in there?
Jenna: Gotta run.

Jerry: [on the phone] Hello, Jenna, did you dunk the spatula? Was it the spatula? Hello? Dammit! [hangs up, throws spatula in the trash]
Elaine: She won't even give you a hint?
Jerry: No. Could be anything. The whole apartment's a biohazard.
Elaine: You know what I bet it is? Your remote.
Jerry: Yes, that is a definite possibility. [throws remote in the trash]
Elaine: Or, could be your Walkman there.
[Jerry picks up the Walkman and gets ready to toss it in the trash]
Jerry: Are you just screwing with me?
Elaine: Yeah, I am.

Jerry: Hey, how's life on the road?
Kramer: Oh, I'm making a difference, Jerry.
Jerry: I don't doubt it.
Kramer: You should see the smiles on the drivers' faces. I mean, you gotta look quick, but they're there.

Ralph: You Costanza?
George: Yeah. Thanks for, thanks for coming by fellas. Eh, got a set of keys, buried in the pothole.
Ralph: What are the keys doing in there?
George: Just need to uh, to dig them up.
Ralph: You put them in there?
George: Nah, nah. It's uh, it's a long story. Just uh, try to get it up.
Ralph: Bad place to put your keys.
George: Yeah, I know that. [clears throat] Could you start, working?
Ralph: Difficult job. You want those keys, we're gonna have to dig this up.
George: Oh, uh, wait a minute, wait a minute. [snorts] Is this about money?
Ralph: Yeah. [snorts] It's about money.

Mrs. Allister: Excuse me, what are you doing in there?
Elaine: Uhm, nothing. I was just, um... I wasn't in there.
Mrs. Allister: You were hanging around in there, lazing on the job. When you should have been downstairs in the basement, cleaning out those old carpets and scrap wood.
Elaine: Right, because... I'm the janitor.
Mrs. Allister: Don't get smart with me.
Elaine: Yes, ma'am.

Elaine: Oh it's you.
Jerry: Is the flounder here yet?
Elaine: No, it's not here yet. You want the tour?
[Jerry enters the closet]
Elaine: [gestures] There's this.
Jerry: Nice. French doors would really open this place up. Oh, but you have a slop-bucket.

Elaine: Ah, what are you doing here?
George: Hey.
Jerry: Hey.
[George joins Jerry and Elaine in the closet]
George: Oh, I was uh, I was waiting downstairs for the jackhammer, thought I'd drop by.
Jerry: Kramer's guys?
George: Yeah. I got them down to fifty bucks. I just have to do all the jackhammering myself.
Jerry: Oh that's nice, kind of a hard-labor fantasy camp.

Elaine: Hi, I um... What can I do for you?
Mrs. Allister: I told you yesterday to haul that trash outta the basement.
Elaine: Yeah, I am so sorry.
Mrs. Allister: Some of the children have been playing near it and putting it in their mouths.
Elaine: Well, a lot of it is vegetable...
Mrs. Allister: Get that stuff outta there today, or you'll be outta here. Understand?
Elaine: Yes, ma'am.
[The guys stumble out of the closet]
George: ...stop pushing. Kramer spilled ammonia.
Jerry: I don't feel like eating.
Kramer: [holding a set of heavy chains] I'm gonna borrow this, huh?
Elaine: [to Mrs. Allister] Janitor's meeting.

Jenna: So Jerry, why'd you call me?
Jerry: Well, I thought it's about time we put aside all this silliness. I know now you didn't put anything in my toilet bowl. ... Did you?
Jenna: Yes, I did.
Jerry: Well, whatever. So, how have you been?
Jenna: Good.
Jerry: Good. ... Steak knife?
Jenna: It's just eating away at you isn't it?
Jerry: Nah.