George: Hi, I need some party invitations.
Clerk: Okay. Have you been in here before?
George: About a year ago. Wedding invitations.
Clerk: Right. How'd that all work out?
George: No complaints.
Clerk: Well, they are arranged according to the price. And as I recall... [flips to the back]
George: Actually, [flips to the front] I'll take these nice glossy ones.

Kramer: ...so I said to him, "Arthur, Artie, bubala, why does the salesman have to die? Change the title. The Life of a Salesman. That's what people want to see."

Doctor: Mr. Costanza, your legs have sustained extensive trauma. Apparently, your body was in a state of advanced atrophy due to a period of extreme inactivity. But with a lot of hard work and a little bit of luck, I think there's a good chance you may, one day, walk again. [leaves]
Kramer: Well, that's good news.
Elaine: Wow, invitations again. [scoffs]
Kramer: Yeah, that's weird.
Elaine: All right. Well... [Jerry sighs] Do you want to grab some coffee?
Jerry: Yeah.
Kramer: I'd like to get some coffee.
[Jerry, Kramer and Elaine leave George laying on a hospital bed in the middle of the corridor]
George: This was supposed to be the Summer of George! [weakly] The Summer of George!

George: I can't believe the Yankees really fired me.
Jerry: Well, you had a good run. You took them to the World Series.
George: I got to give the players most of the credit for that.
Jerry: Don't sell yourself short. You made all the flight arrangements, hotels, buses.
George: No, I don't know who was doing that.
Jerry: So, when you actually did work, what it was that you did?
George: I'll tell you, they had a pastry cart that you wouldn't believe.

George: All right, that's enough. I gotta go home and take a nap.
Jerry: It's 10:30 in the morning?
George: What can I tell you? I'm wiped.
Jerry: So, has the summer of George already started or are you still decomposing?
George: Decompressing.

George: Severance package? The Yankees are giving me three months full pay for doing nothing.
Jerry: They did it for three years. What's another few months?
George: I'm really going to do something with these three months.
Jerry: Like what?
George: I'm gonna read a book. From beginning to end. In that order.
Jerry: I've always wanted to do that...
George: I'm gonna play Frolf.
Jerry: You mean golf?
George: Frolf: frisbee golf, Jerry. Golf with a frisbee. This is gonna be my time. Time to taste the fruits and let the juices drip down my chin. I proclaim this: The Summer of George! [George runs away from a bee]

Elaine: It's like she's carrying invisible suitcases.
Jerry: Like this? [imitates the walk]
Elaine: Yes, exactly.
Jerry: That is so strange.
Elaine: Right. So why I'm the one who gets [purrs]. You know, I mean they were being as catty as I was. It's a double standard.
Jerry: Oh, what about ladies night? Women admitted free before 10?
Elaine: That is so stupid.
Jerry: [purrs].

George: Hey, The White Shadow is on...
Jerry: Boy, you're really packing it all in.
George: Jerry, my vacation just started. I need a day or two to decompress. Besides, I did plenty today.
Jerry: Like what?
George: I bought a new recliner with a fridge build right in to it.

Kramer: Oh, the Tony's. I'll see you there buddy.
Elaine: You're going to the Tony's too?
Kramer: Roger that.
Jerry: Where are you sitting?
Kramer: Well, all over the place. Yeah, I'm a seat filler. They don't like to see empty seats on TV so when somebody gets up I just park my caboose on their spot until they get back.
Elaine: How did you get that job?
Kramer: Mickey. Mickey, he hooked me up. He's a member of the academy.
Jerry: What academy?
Kramer: Well, he didn't say.

Sam: Elaine, am I crazy? I just get the feeling that Dugan and the others are making fun of me all the time.
Elaine: Well, you might wanna think about... maybe, uh... moving your arms a little when you walk.
Sam: My arms?
Elaine: You know, sort of swing them, so you're not lurching around like a caveman. [laughs]
Sam: I'm a caveman?
Elaine: No, no, no, no, it's just...
Sam: Everybody told me what a catty shrew you are. You're horrible! [runs out with her arms firmly by her side]