Ken: Okay, breathe, honey. Breathe.
George: You know, you're really being very selfish. It would be nice if you would think of someone other than yourself every now and then!
Carrie: I'm having a baby!
Ken: George, you're not getting Seven. Now get out of here!
George: Please, I have so little!
Orderly: Sorry, sir, it's family only.
George: I'm family. I'm having sex with the cousin. Seven! Seven!

Elaine: Hey, that's my bike!
Newman: Gangway!
Elaine: This is my bike!
Newman: Oh, no. No, no, no, no. I bought it from Kramer. He was hard up for cash. Fifty bucks. Can you believe it? Of course, I had to make some minor modifications, you know. Solid tires, reinforced seat post, heavy duty shocks. But, baby, this is one sweet ride.

Elaine: Oh, look at this!
Jerry: Boy, I miss the days they made toys that could kill a kid.

Susan Ross: A little baby girl?
Ken: Doctor says it could be any day now.
George: So, Carrie, you and Susan are cousins. So your baby daughter is gonna be Susan's second cousin, right? So what does that make me?
Carrie: Doesn't make you anything.
George: Well, so, legally, I could marry your daughter. [laughs]

Susan Ross: So, have you picked out a name yet?
Carrie: Well, we've narrowed it down to a few. We like Kimberley.
Susan Ross: Aww.
George: Oh, boy.
Ken: You don't like Kimberley?
George: Eh. What else you got?
Susan Ross: George!

Jerry: You're really going to town with that turkey there.
Kramer: Oh yeah, I got a big appetite. Uh, Jerry, you got no mustard, huh.
Jerry: It's on the door.
Kramer: What, this yellow stuff? No, I said mustard, Jerry. Dijon. Ah, it's no good. [takes a bite of his mustardless-sandwich] No. [spits out] That's bush league. No.
Jerry: Hey, hey. Wha... Wait... What, you're gonna leave it there? That's like half a pound of turkey!
Kramer: No, no, I can't eat that. You can't eat a sandwich without Dijon.
Jerry: Yeah, you're right. I really should keep more of your favorites on hand.

Kramer: Hey, hey, hey. I'm getting a vibe here. What, are you unhappy with our arrangement?
Jerry: What arrangement?
Kramer: Well, I was under the impression that I could take anything I wanted from your fridge, and you could take whatever you want from mine.
Jerry: Yeah, well, let me know when you get something in there and I will.

Jerry: Hey. What's with your neck?
Elaine: Still killing me from having to get that bike off the wall. By myself.
Jerry: Well, if it's any consolation, I did get her number.
Elaine: I think I really strained it. Ow.
Jerry: Aw, I doubt you strained it. Maybe you pulled it.
Elaine: Ah, maybe.
Jerry: Did you twist it? You could have twisted it.
Elaine: I don't know.
Jerry: Did you wrench it? Did you jam it? Maybe you squeezed it. Turned it...
Elaine: You know what, why don't you just shut the hell up?
Jerry: All right.

Elaine: God. Man, this is killing me. Right now, I would give that bike to the first person who could make this pain go away.
Kramer: Aw, you really hurting, huh?
Elaine: Oh, Kramer, it's just awful.
Kramer: Um, well, your arterioles have constricted. All right, lean forward, relax.
Elaine: What? What?
Kramer: Encounter shiatsu. [places hands on Elaine's neck] Wait a minute. Kramer, you know what you're doing here? Oh, yeah. A wise man once taught me the Healing power of the body's natural pressure points.
Elaine: Uh-huh.
Kramer: He sells T-shirts outside the World Trade Center. He's a genius. Here we go... [Elaine groans] From pain, will come pleasure. [twists Elaine's head violently to the left, making a cracking sound] Uh? Voila.
Elaine: [pleasantly surprised] Oh, my God!

Elaine: Wow! That is unbelievable. The pain is totally gone!
Jerry: What's even more amazing is his formal training is in pediatrics.