George: I, uh, should have a poem very soon now.
Wyck: Are you okay, George?
George: [taking a tissue from his briefcase] No, no, not really. Ever since Susan passed on, I have good days and bad. [turns to the woman to his left and places the suitcase down] Some days, I'm haunted by one word why. Why Susan? Why wasn't it me licking those invitations? Why am I still here? Well, I gotta run. [gets up, leaves]

Kramer: Oh, and that voice!
Jerry: What about her name?
Kramer: Pam? Oh, it's a beautiful name. Pam. Pam. Pam!
Jerry: She's got really nice hair.
Kramer: Oh, it's incredible. Although, I might replace her tortoise clip with one of those velvet scrunchies. I love those.
Jerry: You've got really specific tastes.
Kramer: Oh, I know what I want, Jerry.

Jerry: That Pam, I am gaga over her.
Elaine: Gaga? When did that happen?
Jerry: Yesterday. Six-ish.
Elaine: Well, maybe we should double. I'm pretty gaga myself.
Jerry: You just met the guy yesterday.
Elaine: Yeah, but we have a common goal.
Jerry: A barren, sterile existence that ends when you die?
Elaine: [dreamily] Yeah.

George: You really believe this guy doesn't want to have kids?
Elaine: Yeah, of course.
Jerry: Elaine, a guy'll say anything to get a woman.
Elaine: Oh, please. He wouldn't say that.
George: Elaine, I once told a woman that I coined the phrase, "Pardon my French."
Jerry: I once told a woman that I don't eat cake 'cause it goes right to my thighs.
George: I once told a woman that I really enjoy spending time with my family.

Kramer: [elbows the book case] Newman!
Pam: What?
Kramer: Uh, human. It's...human to be moved by a fragrance.
Pam: That's so true.
Kramer: Her bouquet cleaved his hardened...
Newman: Shell.
Kramer: ... shell. And fondled his muscled heart. He imbibed her glistening spell... just before the other shoe... fell.
Pam: Kramer, that is so lovely.
Kramer: It's by an unknown 20th-century poet.
Pam: Oh, what's his name?
Kramer: Newman.

George: This is a crude mock-up of the conference room. 1/14th scale.
Jerry: When did you build this thing?
George: Yesterday, took the day off. [picks up a Red Power Ranger] Now, from the time I left the room...
Jerry: Wait, that's you?
George: Yeah.
Jerry: [picks up Yellow M&M figure] I think the M&M should be you.
George: All right, whatever!

George: ...he imbibed her glistening spell... just before the other shoe... fell.
Wyck: Is that a Keats poem?
George: No, it's a Newman. Well, I gotta run. [smiles, pats briefcase, exits]
Wyck: Does anyone think George might have murdered Susan?
Mr. Cross: Oh, yeah. I just assumed he murdered her.
Ms. Baines: Of course he killed her.
Wyck: So it's not just me, then. All right, back to business.

George: You know, I can now bite my fingernails so evenly... I don't even need to use a clipper anymore.
Jerry: But it's a pleasure to use clippers. Why gnaw away like a mental patient when we have this elegant device?
George: What if you're in prison?
Jerry: You don't think they give clippers?
George: No, it's like a weapon.
Jerry: You know what's really a weapon, that big toenail. You let that grow for a month, take it in the shower, it's like a shiv.
George: I love prison.
Jerry: It is fascinating.
George: Yeah, maybe someday.

Jerry: He cleared his throat?
George: Yes!
Jerry: So?
George: He did it right as he said "her unfortunate accident."
Jerry: Not getting it.
George: Jerry, a throat-clear is a non-verbal implication of doubt. He thinks I killed Susan!
Jerry: Oh, help me, Rhonda.

Jerry: I gotta go meet Pam.
George: Oh, the bookstore girl. How's that goin'?
Jerry: Okay. I'm just not gaga over her. For once I'd like to be gaga.