Carrie: I think I'm going into labour.
Ken: Oh, God. Oh, God. Okay, let's not panic. Let's just get to the hospital.
Carrie: Okay.
Ken: All right, I got the suitcase packed, right here.
George: What about Six? Nine. Thirt... Thirteen's no good. Fourteen. Fourteen!

Christie: Are you okay, Jerry? You seem quiet.
Jerry: No, I'm just a little uh, worn out.
Christie: I know exactly what you mean.
Jerry: Oh, I'm sure you do. [inner monologue] What in god's name is going on here? Is she wearing the same thing over and over again? Or does she have a closet full of these, like Superman? I've got to unlock this mystery.
Christie: [spills drink] Oh my god!
Jerry: Oh.
Christie: I can't go to the movies like this. Do you mind if we go back to my apartment, so I can change?
Jerry: Change? Yes, I think that's a super idea.

Carrie: Are we almost there?
Ken: Just keep breathing, okay.
Carrie: Okay, okay.
Ken: Okay.
George: You know, the thing is, I kinda promised the widow Mantle that I would name my baby Seven.
Ken: Now's not the best time, George!
George: It's just that, I know her, and boy...
Ken: George! She's in labor!
George: So am I!

Jerry: [inner monologue] August 17, 1992. The same dress! She never changes! Oh, my God. She's gotta have hundreds of these dresses. There must be a secret stash around here somewhere. [starts looking around]
Christie: Ahem! Are you looking for something?
Jerry: Hey, what are you doing? I thought you were changing.
Christie: No, I, I'm thinking we should just call it a night.
Jerry: No, no. Come on, put something else on. It's early, let's go out.
Christie: If it's all the same to you, I think I'm just gonna go to bed.
Jerry: You know, I'm kinda tired myself. Maybe I'll just sleep here on the couch. Then in the morning, you'll get dressed, we'll walk out together. Both dressed, different clothes. Well, I'll be in the same clothes. You'll of course be in different clothes, because it's your apartment. But we'll go downstairs, me in my same clothes, you in your different clothes.
Christie: Jerry. I don't think so.
Jerry: You wanna throw something on and walk me to a cab?
Christie: Get out.
Jerry: Tell me what you're wearing tomorrow. I'll help you lay it out on the bed.

Jerry: [on the phone] Hello, Christie? I was wondering if we could get together again? Oh really? Well you can't break up with me over the phone. Come on, you gotta do this in person. It doesn't even have to be one on one, you can bring a group of friends. I just wanna see you. Wait, don't hang up on me. [rapidly] Why do you wear the same dress all the time? Hello?

Kramer: Hey, Jerry, if you're gonna be snacking on these, you can't expect me to pay for the whole box.
Jerry: All right, hobo Joe. I didn't wanna put a damper on your little Smorgasbord here, but it's the end of the week, so I added up your tab.
Kramer: [does a double take] Yikes.
Jerry: I know. Pretty steep.
Kramer: Well, I don't have this kind of cash.
Jerry: Few do.
Kramer: I'm good for it.
Jerry: Yeah, well, until this bill is paid the food court is closed.
Kramer: All right. I'll get that money for you in five minutes. And, don't eat any more.