George: Where's Elaine?
Jerry: She's having Carol, Gail and Lisa over. You know they all have kids now?
George: What's with all these people having babies?
Jerry: Perpetuation of the species.
George: Yeah! Right!

Carol: But because it comes out of your baby, it smells good!
Elaine: Well, that's... That's sweet.
Gail: Being a mother has made me feel so beautiful.
Carol: Elaine, you gotta have a baby!
Elaine: Oh, hey, you know...I had a piece of whitefish over at Barney Greengrass the other day...
Lisa: Elaine, move to Long Island and have a baby already.
Elaine: I really like the city.
Carol: The city's a toilet. When's the last time you saw my little Adam?
Elaine: Uh, it was in the Hamptons.
Carol: Oh! I have pictures!
Elaine: No, no, that's okay, it's uh...
Carol: Look at him! Just look at him!
[Elaine turns away to hide her disgust]

Kramer: I'm in trouble, buddy. I just met a woman.
Newman: Go on.
Kramer: Well, she's Jerry's girlfriend.
Newman: Ah, yes. Forbidden love.
Kramer: She works in a book shop. Her name is Pam.
Newman: Pam. I don't know the woman, but she sounds quite fetching.
Kramer: I can't even speak in front of her.

Newman: Kramer, you have to confront Jerry.
Kramer: Confront Jerry? I can't.
Newman: You must!
Kramer: I won't!
Newman: You will!

Elaine: [imitating Carol] "Elaine, you gotta have a baby." Ugh.
George: Where are all the poetry magazines?
Elaine: The New Yorker has poetry.
George: Yes. The New Yorker.

Kevin: I couldn't help overhearing what you were saying.
Elaine: Oh, I'm sorry.
Kevin: No, no, I think I agree with you. I mean, all this talk about having babies.
Elaine: Yeah, like you must procreate.
Kevin: Besides, anyone can do it.
Elaine: Oh, it's been done to death.

Elaine: So, Kevin. If I don't want children, does that make me a bad humanitarian?
Kevin: Not at all.
Elaine: 'Cause, I mean, when you get to know me, you'll see that I'm a pretty good humanitarian. [to the waitress pouring coffee] You are doing a wonderful job, by the way. Thanks a lot.

Kramer: Jerry. Uh, can we talk?
George: Kinda busy here.
Kramer: I'd like to talk to Jerry in private.
George: Why can't I stay?
Kramer: Because it doesn't concern you.
George: Well, if it doesn't concern me, then I can stay.
[Kramer grabs the back of George's chair and drags him out into the hallway before closing Jerry's door.]

Jerry: She's got nice calves.
Kramer: Oh, she's a dreamboat. But, you don't like her, so...
Jerry: Maybe I could, you're making some pretty good points.
Kramer: No, you can't, Jerry.
Jerry: But I might.
Kramer: Oh, no you don't.
Jerry: Why not? The voice? The calves? The bacon?
Kramer: What?
Jerry: I think I can! I even like the name! Pam!
Kramer: Huh?
Jerry: Pam!
Kramer: Huh?
Jerry: Pam!

Kramer: So now he wants her more than ever.
Newman: Blast!
Kramer: What am I gonna do, huh?
Newman: Don't despair, my friend. I won't allow your love to go unrequited. Not like mine.
Kramer: What, again with you?
Newman: Sorry. But love is spice with many tastes. A dizzying array of textures and moments.
Kramer: If only I could say things like that around her.
Newman: Yes...