Gail: Hey, what is with your friend Kramer?
Jerry: Why?
Gail: He snubbed me.
Jerry: Are you sure?
Gail: Yeah, I'm sure. What did you tell him?
Jerry: Nothing. [Elaine takes Jerry's sandwich] Hey, where you going with that? Gimme that. [takes back the sandwich]
Elaine: I thought you were finished.
Jerry: I took two bites, how am I finished? [Elaine coughs] Plus, you're coming down with something? You want me to get sick? [to Gail] Bite?

George: So, how come? Why did Kramer do that?
Jerry: I don't know. Once he leaves the building, he's out of my jurisdiction.
George: Well, tell him that I am mad at him.
Jerry: All right. So, where you cooking now?
George: Pfeiffer's.
Jerry: Ah, the power lunch crowd.

Kramer: I just kissed Gail Cunningham.
Jerry: You what?
Kramer: Yeah, I kissed her.
Jerry: You kissed her?
Kramer: Right on the mouth.
Jerry: What kinda great friend are you? How do you go from snubbing to kissing?
Kramer: Well, you know, I saw her outside the Y. You know, she came up to me, she started yelling because I snubbed her. And then we started talking a little bit, and I walked her to her building. And just before I left, I put my arm around her waist, I pulled her to me, and I... I planted one!
Jerry: And what did she do?
Kramer: She kissed me back.
Jerry: I don't get this. I go out with this girl three times, she doesn't want to shake my hand. Why's she kissing you?
Kramer: Because I snubbed her. You see? Women, they like that! Yes! I understand women. The snub is good, they love the snub!
George: No, they don't. I tried that once. I snubbed for a year. Nothing. Every woman I saw, I snubbed. You never saw people so pleased.

Elaine: Why are you talking about my shoes?
Gail: What?
Elaine: My Botticelli shoes. You've been talking about my Botticelli shoes.
Gail: What are you talking about?
Elaine: Did you or did you not tell Kramer that I got my shoes at Botticelli's?
Waiter: Too spicy. He wants another one. You got that pasta primavera?
Gail: Look, Elaine, I am very busy here.
Elaine: Who else have you mentioned my shoes to, huh? I wanna know why my footwear is your conversation!
Gail: I am not discussing this. This is insane.
Waiter: You got that pasta primavera? Let's go!
[As Gail passes the plate to the waiter, Elaine sneezes on it. The waiter doesn't notice and keeps walking...]
Waiter: Here you are, Mr. Dalrymple.
Russell: Thank you.
Waiter: Sorry for the delay. Enjoy your lunch.

Russell: Awfully sorry to make you come up here, but I really wasn't feeling well enough to go back to the office, and well, it's the only chance I have to meet with you this week.
Jerry: Are you all right?
Russell: Well, it's my stomach. I think there must have been something in the pasta primavera I had for lunch.
Jerry: Oh. Where did you eat?
Russell: Pfeiffer's.
Jerry: Ah. I know the chef there.
Russell: Yeah. The food's usually terrific.
George: My cousin worked for Bouchard's. They used to use the bouillabaisse for a toilet.
Russell: What are you saying?
George: Well, you didn't hear it from me, but needless to say, if you go in there, stick with the consumee.

Russell: Well, we'd better get started, my daughter's going to be here soon.
Jerry: Oh, you have a daughter?
Russell: Yeah, she just turned fifteen last week.
George: Aw, that's a fun age. [Jerry shoots George a look]
Russell: All right. The script. Now, I've read this thing three times... [gagging] End every time I read it...
Jerry: What?
Russell: Excuse me for a second. [Gets up and rushes out]
George: Would you like a Pepto-Bismol? I keep them in my wallet...! [to Jerry] Do you think he liked it?
Russell: [o.s.] [heaves]
Jerry: I'm not sure.

Jerry: What was that dish he said he had...?
George: Pasta primavera.
Jerry: Ah. You know, 'primavera' is Italian for 'spring.'

Russell: Really, I'm terribly sorry, it just, uh...all of a sudden it just hit me.
George: So, you were saying how, um... About the script...
Russell: Right. The script. Your script needs some... It needs, um... [runs back to the bathroom]
George: More jokes?
Jerry: Another ending?
George: A different name for the butler? [Russell throws up again]
Jerry: Maybe we should go.
George: We haven't heard his notes yet, we don't know how he feels about our work.
Russell: [o.s.] [heaves] Oh God. Oh, my God.
Jerry: I can't listen to anymore of this, the guy's losing a lung in there.

Gail: Hey! What is with your friend Elaine?
Jerry: What?
Gail: She comes to my restaurant, comes right in my kitchen, and starts complaining that I'm talking about her shoes.
Kramer: Right in the kitchen. Disgraceful.
Gail: I don't like people coming into my kitchen. I think she might have sneezed all over someone's pasta primavera. Someone might have gotten sick because of her. [Gail and Kramer leave]
George: Pasta primavera?
Jerry: Is that what she said?

Kramer: [enters] She said she'll do it.
Jerry: Beautiful.
Kramer: But she wants the shoes.
Elaine: What?
Kramer: She says she wants those shoes.
Elaine: She wants my shoes? What kind of person is this? All right! She is not getting 'em!
Jerry: No, come on! I'll buy you another pair!
Elaine: No, these were the last pair of these that they had!
Jerry: I'll get you another one just like it!
Elaine: No, but these were the only really cool ones like this! Don't you see how everybody likes them and how everybody talks about them?