Frank Costanza: I admire Morty and Helen going to France. We should take a trip. Maybe a cruise.
George: Yes, a cruise. A long cruise. Just the two of you.

George: I guess I've been hanging on to them for so long 'cause I couldn't accept the fact that Dad was really gone forever. [holds a piece of clothing]
Rudy: Uh-huh.
George: They will get a good home won't they?
Rudy: Look, I gotta be honest with you there's nothing here too spectacular.
George: Oh, I beg to differ. My father took great pride in his appearance. He was a very handsome man. A Casanova really.
Rudy: I'll give you, uh, $200 for the three boxes.
George: Could you make it $225 that was his high-game in bowling.
Rudy: Yeah, I'm in a good mood here.
George: Thank you.

Kramer: Hey, guess what. Morty Seinfeld and I are going into business together, selling raincoats.
George: Hey, that's swell.
Kramer: Yeah, we worked it out all over dinner last night.
George: Dinner?
Kramer: Yeah.
George: You had dinner with the Seinfelds?
Kramer: Yeah, last night.
George: Was this something you had planned for a while?
Kramer: No, it was a spur of the moment. Well, you know, Morty. He likes to fly by the seat of his vintage pants.

Kramer: Hey, remember this raincoat that you sold me?
Rudy: Sure. That's the Executive.
Kramer: Yeah. You have any others?
Rudy: I wish. They don't make them anymore.
Kramer: Suppose I told you I had fifty in mint condition, would you be interested?
Rudy: Very interested.
Kramer: Well, they're coming in from Florida as we speak.
Rudy: Well bring them in.
Kramer: So you'll buy them?
Rudy: I don't see what would possibly stop me.
[A couple of moths fly out of the box George brought in]

Jerry: They're gonna be here any second.
Rachel: When are they leaving?
Jerry: In two days.
Rachel: It's been so long.
Jerry: I know.
Rachel: Okay, it's only two more days.
Jerry: Right, Thursday three o'clock.

Jerry: Oh, hi.
Helen Seinfeld: We didn't know you had company.
Jerry: Oh, yeah. This is Rachel.
Rachel: Hi.
Helen & Morty: Hello Rachel.
Helen Seinfeld: Uh, we'll come back another time.
Jerry: What other time?
Helen Seinfeld: Whenever.
Jerry: Where you going?
Morty Seinfeld: Uh, we'll drive around for a while.
Jerry: You don't have a car.
Morty Seinfeld: We'll take a bus.
Jerry: Come on, stop.
Helen Seinfeld: No, we don't mind
Morty Seinfeld: I'll get a book.

Jack: [on the phone] Morty, listen I can't get into the garage.
Morty Seinfeld: What do you mean?
Jack: There is something wrong with the key. The key doesn't work
Morty Seinfeld: You gotta jiggle it a little bit. I jiggled it. I jiggled it for fifteen minutes.
Doris: Tell him to come down here and get his own packages. You have nothing better to do then worry about his boxes.
Morty Seinfeld: You gotta pull on the knob as you turn it.
Jack: Get the hell outta here with your knob.
Doris: What does he want from you?
Morty Seinfeld: My idiot son could open that garage door.
Jerry: What did I do?
Morty Seinfeld: Just do it first thing tomorrow. I need it.

George: They were drinking champagne in a buggy!
Frank Costanza: First Kramer, then Elaine?
George: Yeah.
Frank Costanza: It's a slap in the face.
Estelle Costanza: [arms stretched wide in exasperation] What did we ever do to them? [George mirrors Estelle as she flaps her arms up and down] I want to know what we did them!
Frank Costanza: What, are they too good for us? A raincoat salesman? I could buy and sell them like that.
Estelle Costanza: The hell with them.

Helen Seinfeld: So how was the movie?
Jerry: Oh, really good. Really good.
Helen Seinfeld: And didn't the three hours go by just like that... [snaps fingers]
Jerry: Like that. [snaps fingers]
Morty Seinfeld: What about the end, with the list?
Jerry: Yeah, that was some list.
Helen Seinfeld: What did you think about the black and white?
Jerry: [confused] The black and white.
Morty Seinfeld: The whole movie was in black and white.
Jerry: Oh, yeah. I didn't even realize.
Morty Seinfeld: You don't even think about it. There's so much going on.
Jerry: Yeah. Yeah. I tell you, I could see it again.

George: Hey, you wanna come over for dinner tonight? My mother made all this extra paella.
Kramer: Paella? Yeah, I'll be there.
George: Apparently the Seinfelds are too good for us. I shouldn't say anything bad about your, uh, your partner.
Kramer: No, no. You know, we're not really partners. I only get twenty-five percent.
George: Twenty-five percent? It was your idea.
Kramer: Yep, I know.
George: You're doing all the leg work.
Kramer: That's right.
George: He's ripping you off.
Kramer: You're right. He's ripping me off.
George: If anybody should be getting more it's you.
Kramer: He's ripping me off!
George: Well, don't let him take advantage of you like that.
Kramer: Yah!