Man: Hey! There's a guy burning the Puerto Rican flag!
Bob: Who? Who is burning the flag?!
Kramer: Oh, no.
Bob: Him?!
Cedric: That's not very nice.
Kramer: It was an accident.
Bob: Do you know what day this is? Because I know what day this is, they know what day this is, so I was wondering if you know what day this is!
Cedric: Because it's Puerto Rican day.
Bob: Maybe we should stomp you like you stomp the flag! What do you think of that?
Kramer: Now look, I just have one thing to say to you boys. Mama! [runs off screaming]

Jerry: My car!
Kramer: Well, you know, it's like this every day in Puerto Rico.
George: Jerry, the Mets lost.
Jerry: I love a parade.

[Jerry, George and Kramer are on the sidewalk looking at Jerry's black Saab, which is crammed in the stairwell to a below street-level apartment]
George: How do you suppose they did that?
Kramer: Well, there's no logical explanation. All right. Well, shall we go home?
Jerry: Well, what about my car?
Kramer: Well, Jerry, you can't deduct it now.

Jerry: Hey, there's Elaine.
Elaine: Hey.
Jerry: Well, you look, uh...relaxed.
Elaine: Well, it is Sunday night, and you know how I like to unwind.

Lamar: Hey, black Saab. Looks like that building cut you off! Ha ha ha! See you around! He drives off.
Jerry: Well, at least he didn't-
Lamar: [o.s.] Jackass!
Jerry: [sets alarm] Somebody remember where we parked.
Kramer: Well, this was a fun day. It's nice to get out.