Jerry: What are you gonna get?
Sheila: I'll decide at the last minute.
Jerry: You better decide, sister. You're on deck. Sheila!
Soup Nazi: [pounds on counter] Hey! What is this?
Jerry: Uh-oh.
Soup Nazi: You're kissing in my line? Nobody kisses in my line!
Sheila: I can kiss anywhere I want to.
Soup Nazi: You just cost yourself a soup!
Sheila: How dare you? Come on, Jerry, we're leaving. [exits; returns] Jerry?
Jerry: Do I know you?

Elaine: So, essentially, you chose soup over a woman?
Jerry: It was a bisque.
Elaine: Yeah. You know what I just realized? Suddenly, George has become much more normal than you.
Jerry: Really?
Elaine: Yeah. Come on. I mean, think about it. He's engaged to be married. Your top priority is soup.
Jerry: Have you tasted the soup?
Elaine: Yeah. All right. You made the right decision.
Jerry: See, the way I figure it, it's much easier to patch things up with Sheila than with the Soup Nazi.

Jerry: Hey, have you noticed George is acting a little strange lately?
Elaine: No. In what way?
Jerry: I don't know. A lot of attitude, like he's better than me, or something.
Elaine: I don't think George has ever thought he's better than anybody.

Elaine: Okay. We ready to go?
George: Yes. Please. Please, let's go.
Elaine: Boy, I'm in the mood for a cheeseburger.
Jerry: No. We gotta go to the soup place.
Elaine: What soup place?
George: Oh, there's a soup stand, Kramer's been going there.
Jerry: He's always raving. I finally got a chance to go there the other day, and I tell you this, you will be stunned.
Elaine: Stunned by soup?
Jerry: You can't eat this soup standing up. Your knees buckle.

Bania: Hey, Jerry! I didn't know you liked soup.
Jerry: Hard to believe.
Bania: This guy makes the best soup in the city, Jerry. The best. You know what they call him? Soup Nazi.
Jerry: Shh! All right, Bania, I'm not letting you cut in line.
Bania: Why not?
Jerry: Because if he catches us, we'll never be able to get soup again.
Bania: Okay. Okay.

Jerry: Oh, man. Oh, this is fantastic. How does he do it?
George: You know, I don't see how you can sit there eating that and not even offer me any?
Jerry: I gave you a taste. What do you want?
George: Why can't we share?
Jerry: I told you not to say anything. You can't go in there, brazenly flaunt the rules and then think I'm gonna share with you!
George: Do you hear yourself?
Jerry: I'm sorry. This is what comes from living under a Nazi regime.

Kramer: Ahoy there!
Elaine: Oh, Kramer! Thank God. I really appreciate you doing this.
Kramer: Yeah. Well, you ask for it, you got it.
Elaine: Do you need anything?
Kramer: Well, a bowl of muligatawny would hit the spot.
Elaine: Mulligatawny?
Kramer: Yeah. It's an Indian soup. It's simmered to perfection by one of the great soup artisans in the modern era.
Elaine: Oh! Who? The Soup Nazi?
Kramer: He's not a Nazi. He just happens to be a little eccentric. Most geniuses are.

George: Happy? Why should I be happy?
Jerry: I don't know, but you look like you're happy.
George: Why should I care?
Jerry: You can't fool me. Don't insult me, George, because I know when you're happy.
George: All right. I am happy, and I'll tell you why. Because the two of you were making me and every one of your friends sick! Right, Elaine? [Elaine sneaks out of Jerry's apartment]
Jerry: Is that so?
George: Yeah. Yeah. With all that kissing and the Schmoopie, Schmoopie, Schmoopie, Schmoopie, Schmoopie out in public like that. It's disgusting!
Jerry: Disgusting?
George: People who do that should be arrested.

Man: Uh, gazpacho, por favor.
Soup Nazi: Por favor?
Man: Oh, I'm part Spanish.
Soup Nazi: Adios muchacho!
Kramer: [to the customer] Get.

Elaine: I mean, you know, I've never been so insulted in my entire life. There's something really wrong with this man. He is a Soup Nazi. What? What is that?
Jerry: I don't know. "5 cups chopped poricini mushrooms, half a cup of olive oil, 3 pounds of celery, chopped parsley..."
Elaine: Let me see this. [gasps] You know what this is? This is a recipe for soup, and look at this. There are like thirty different recipes. These are his recipes!
Jerry: So?
Elaine: So? So, his secret's out. Don't you see? I could give these to every restaurant in town. I could have 'em published! I could- I could drop fliers from a plane above the city.
Jerry: Wait a second, Elaine. Where do you think you're going?
Elaine: What do you care?
Jerry: Elaine, I don't want you causing any trouble down at that soup stand. I happen to love that soup.
Elaine: Get out of my way, Jerry.
Jerry: Elaine, let the man make his soup!
Elaine: Don't make me hurt you, Jerry.