Morty Seinfeld: You know, I've been thinking. Why is Kramer getting twenty-five percent?
Helen Seinfeld: Well, he told you about the place.
Morty Seinfeld: So what? Why is that worth twenty-five percent? It's a finders fee. You know what a finders fee is?
Helen Seinfeld: You find something, you get a fee.
Morty Seinfeld: Finder's fee is ten percent and no more.
Helen Seinfeld: Well, it's too late now.
Morty Seinfeld: Those are my coats. I saved them, I stored them, I've been waiting years for this pay off.
Helen Seinfeld: Well, you're not gonna say anything.

Kramer: I've been thinking about something.
Morty Seinfeld: Yeah, so have I.
Kramer: Ah! I don't think the deal is fair.
Morty Seinfeld: You don't think it's fair.
Kramer: No, no, I found the place, I set the whole thing up, I'm doing all the leg work.
Morty Seinfeld: What leg work?
Kramer: Oh, there's leg work.
Morty Seinfeld: If anything, you're getting too much.
Kramer: Too much?!
Morty Seinfeld: That's right. They're my coats.
Kramer: Look, I want thirty-five percent.
Morty Seinfeld: I'm thinking more like fifteen.
Kramer: No way, I'm taking fifteen.
Morty Seinfeld: Well, you're not getting thirty-five.
Kramer: All right, let's compromise. Twenty-five percent.
Morty Seinfeld: Okay, it's a deal.

Rudy: Moths are the scourge of my business. All it takes is one moth to lay eggs. You know what happens to the larvae? They hatch and they're everywhere.
George: I'm sorry. Umm. Here's your money back. And I'll take the clothes.
Rudy: This will hardly put a dent in my fumigation bill.
George: So, uh, where are the clothes?
Rudy: I burned them.
George: Oh. That's good.

Morty Seinfeld: I don't think we are gonna make that flight.
Jerry: W- What do you mean you're not making the flight?
Helen Seinfeld: We have to make the flight. We're with a charter group. If we don't, the trip is off.
Morty Seinfeld: Well, what's the difference we'll go some place else.
Helen Seinfeld: Some place else? What about Paris?
Morty Seinfeld: You don't understand, I've come this far, I can't stop now.
Helen Seinfeld: I can't believe that you're doing all this just to sell some stupid raincoats.
Morty Seinfeld: You don't understand. Fashion is cyclical. This thing could come back.
Helen Seinfeld: I think you're out of your mind.

Frank Costanza: I just don't understand how all those clothes can disappear.
George: Moths?
Frank Costanza: Moths ate three boxes?
George: Well, you know what happens when larvae hatch, they- they're everywhere.

Frank Costanza: That shirt. Where'd you get that shirt?
Kramer: What?
Frank Costanza: That's my cabana shirt. You stole my shirt, you son of a bitch! George, you let your friends go up in my attic and steal my clothes? Give me that back.

George: Rudy?! That skunk, I knew he didn't burn those clothes.
Frank Costanza: Who's Rudy? What clothes?
George: I sold your clothes yesterday.
Frank Costanza: You sold my clothes? [smacks George on the forehead] What do you mean you sold my clothes?
George: I didn't think you wore them anymore.
Frank Costanza: It's cruise wear!

Estelle Costanza: Kramer, I love that shirt.
Kramer: Yeah.
Frank Costanza: That's because it's mine!
Estelle Costanza: You look just like Frank on our honeymoon.
Kramer: Oh, well, thank you.

Jerry: You want the tickets?
George: Yes.
Jerry: You're gonna take this kid to Paris?
George: Hey, I get a free trip to Paris, I go in the Big Brother's Hall-of-Fame, I mail my own postcards.
Jerry: You know, I'm paying for these tickets.
George: It's all right. I got lunch.

George: [to Joey] Honesty, hard-work, these are the values that I was raised on. The most important thing Joey, is to be able to look yourself in the mirror before you go to sleep at night.
Joey: Hey! I got news for you, four eyes. There's no way you're staying with us in Paris. [sticks his chewing gum on the airport wall]