Jerry: What the hell are you doing there?
Kramer: That's Beef-a-Reeno. And I got fifty cans. You want some?
Jerry: No. No thanks.
Kramer: Jerry, I think I bought too much at that price club. I don't have any room for it all.

Elaine: Well, you really did me in this time, didn't you? First guy I like in a really long time. I mean, we're getting along, everything is just great. I mean, all right, so he doesn't do... everything. And then you have to come along with your "hot" and your "heavy".
Jerry: So, you think Clyde told him?
Elaine: He wrote a song about it!
Jerry: Well, maybe it's a good thing.
Elaine: No! It's not a good thing! It's a bad thing! Do you know what this is like? To have no control over a relationship? And- And you feel sick to your stomach all the time? Do you know what that's like?
Jerry: No, but I've read articles and I must say it, doesn't sound very pleasant.
Elaine: You know, one of these days, something terrible is gonna happen to you. It has to!
Jerry: No. I'm gonna be just fine.

George: So, you think we should, uh, we should get downstairs?
Mr. Ross: Oh, we got about twenty minutes. You, uh, seem a little nervous George. Anything wrong?
George: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Nothing. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Fine. Just get a little nervous on the weekends, that's all. Could I, uh, could I get a glass of water?
Mrs. Ross: We've got water. I don't think we have any bread, but we've got water.

Kramer: [feeding horse] Yeah. There you go. That's Beef-a-Reeno. [sings] I'm so keen-o On Beef-a-Reeno What a delicious cuisine-o Fit for a king and queen-o! [talks] Yeah. Eat up. I got 34 more cans.

Mr. Ross: Nice night for a hansom cab ride, 'ay George?
Mrs. Ross: You know, George we haven't done anything romantic like this in... years.
George: [inner monologue] Oh my God, it's 7:01. What have I done? My whole plan is depending on Kramer? Have I learned nothing? How could I make such a stupid mistake? He'll never show up!
Kramer: [clip clop] Ah-ha!
George: There he is. Right on time as usual.

Jerry: Uh, excuse me. I know this is gonna sound crazy but I, I have to have that rye. It's a- It's a long story, but a person's whole future may depend on it.
Mabel: Well, I'm sorry, but you should have got here earlier.
Jerry: Yes. Well, be that as it may, if you could just find it in yourself to give it up.
Mabel: You're not getting this rye.
Jerry: All right. All right. I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, I will give you double what you paid for it.
Mabel: You're in my way!

Kramer: Mr. Ross. Mrs. Ross. My name is Cosmo and I'll be your driver for this evening. We have blankets for your comfort. I also have hot chocolate if the mood should strike you.
Mrs. Ross: My favorite.
Kramer: Well, if we're all set to go, why don't you two hop aboard and let me show you a little taste of old New York...the way it once was. Oh, happy anniversary. On, Rusty!

Jerry: All right. Look, I'll tell you what, I'll give you $50. Now, be reasonable you cannot turn down $50 for a $6 rye.
Mabel: No? Watch me.
Jerry: Give me that rye!
Mabel: Stop it!
Jerry: I want that rye, lady!
Mabel: Help! Someone help!
Jerry: Shut up, you old bag!
Mabel: Stop, thief! Stop him! He's got my marble rye!

Elaine: I'm sorry to just show up unexpectedly like this. I know you've got your big showcase coming up later and I know how important it is. I know how hard you work for this night, but I just had to tell you that I never told Jerry hot and heavy. I didn't think we were hot and heavy. I mean- I mean, who's hot and who's heavy?
John: Whoa. Hold on, Elaine I... I'm kind of disappointed.
Elaine: Disappointed?
John: Yeah. I mean, I was excited when Clyde told me that.
Elaine: You were?
John: Absolutely.
Elaine: Oh, phew. I am so relieved.
John: Listen, uh, I've still got a couple of hours to kill before the next show. My place is only a few blocks from here.
Elaine: Really?
John: And you know what?
Elaine: What?
John: I've been thinking about what we do and I'm thinking of... adding a new number to my, you know, repertoire.
Elaine: Oh!

Mrs. Ross: [sniffing] What is that?
Mr. Ross: I think it's the horse.
Mrs. Ross: Oh, God.
Kramer: Hey, how's everything? You... You need anything?
Mrs. Ross: This is- This is... horrible.
Mr. Ross: Excuse me,...what do you feed this animal?
Kramer: Oh, you know, oats and hay. You know, they like that stuff.
Mrs. Ross: I can't take this. Let me out of this thing!
Mr. Ross: Turn this thing around. We've had it. We can't breathe back here! And hurry it up!
Kramer: Rusty! Rusty!