Elaine: What happened? Where's my armoire?
Kramer: Well, it was stolen.
Elaine: Wha-?
Kramer: Yeah, these street toughs, they robbed me.
Elaine: Street toughs took my armoire?
Kramer: Yeah. It was very frightening. My life was in danger. You should've seen the way they talked to me.
Elaine: I can't believe this!
Kramer: Well, where's the soup?
Elaine: The Soup Nazi threw me out.
Kramer: Oh... yeah!

Kramer: Elaine, I'm really sorry about the armoire.
Elaine: Yeah. I know. Me, too.
Jerry: So, did these thieves want any money?
Kramer: No.
Jerry: They just wanted the armoire?
Kramer: Yeah. They were quite taken with it.

George: Were you just talking about me? What's going on?
Jerry: Absolutely not.
George: Something's going on here.

Jerry: Well, I guess I have all the more reason to get back with her.
George: Yeah. Yeah. And we had a pact, you know.
Jerry: What?
George: You shook my hand in that coffee shop.
Jerry: You're still with the pact?
George: Mmm-hmm. You reneged.
Jerry: All I did was shake your hand.
George: Ah-ha!

Kramer: [holding his soup] And then they just ran off with the armoire, just like that.
Soup Nazi: Oh, this city.
Newman: [steps forward] One large jambalaya, please. [steps to left]
Soup Nazi: [to Kramer] So, continue.
Kramer: Well, my friend is awful disappointed is all. You know, she's very emotional.
Newman: Thank you. [exits, smells soup] Jambalaya!

Jerry: It was stupid of me.
Sheila: Well, it was very insulting.
Jerry: No. I know. I - I was really sort of half-kidding.
Sheila: Well, behind every joke there's some truth.
Jerry: What about that Bavarian cream pie joke I told you? There's no truth to that. Nobody with a terminal illness goes from the United States to Europe for a piece of Bavarian cream pie and then when they get there and they don't have it he says "Aw, I'll just have some coffee." There's no truth to that.
Sheila: Well, I guess you're right.

Susan Ross: What are you getting George?
George: [cutesy talk] I don't know, honey. What do you want to get? I want you to get anything you want 'cause I love you so much. I want you to be happy. Okay, sweetie?
Susan Ross: Oh, George, you're so sweet.
George: Well, I could be a little sweetie tweetie weetie weetie.
Susan Ross: Aww!
Jerry: What about you, Schmoopie? How 'bout a little tuna? You want a little tuna fishy?
Sheila: Yeah.
Jerry: Yum, yum, little tuna fishy?
George: Come here. [both couples start making out]

Elaine: Who's was it? Where'd you get it?
Kramer: I'll tell you where I got it. I got it from the guy you so callously refer to as the Soup Nazi.
Elaine: Get out!
[Elaine pushes on Kramer's chest, causing him to fall backwards through her swinging door]
Elaine: The Soup Nazi gave it to you?
Kramer: Yeah.
Elaine: Why?
Kramer: Well, I told him the whole story and he just let me have it. Well, yeah. He's a wonderful man. Yeah. Well, a little bit misunderstood but, uh....
Elaine: Well, I'm just gonna go down there and personally thank him. I mean, I had this guy all wrong. This is wonderful!
Kramer: Yeah. Well, he's a dear.

George: How much tip do you leave on $8.15?
Susan Ross: You know sweetie, I just want you to know that I was so proud of you today expressing your feelings so freely in front of Jerry and all. Just knowing that you're not afraid of those things is such a great step forward in our relationship.
George: Huh?
Susan Ross: [in cutesy voice] Because you love your little Kiki, don't you?

Kramer: Excuse me.
Ray: Are you talking to me?
Kramer: Uh, well, uh, we-
Ray: I said, are you talking to me?
Bob: Well, maybe, he was talking to me. Was you talking to him? Because you was obviously talking to one of us. So what is it? Who?! Who was you talking to?!
Kramer: Well, we were kind of, uh, talking to each other, weren't we?
[Jerry and Kramer turn around and run away]