Elaine: You won't believe this, but as I'm leaving, she calls me Susie.
Jerry: I don't see you as a Susie. Sharon, maybe.
Elaine: What am I, a bulimic, chain-smoking stenographer from Staten Island?
Jerry: Who are you describing?
Elaine: Someone I know.
Jerry: Named Sharon?
Elaine: I'd rather not say.

Jerry: You taking Allison?
George: Yes, of course I'm taking Allison. This woman is genetically engineered to go to a ball. Tall, blond, lithe.
Jerry: Live?
Elaine: Lithe.
George: Live?
Elaine: Lithe.
Jerry: Oh, lithe.
Elaine: Well, you two will have a great time.
Jerry: It can't be worse than this.

George: Wait till you see the dress that she's got. It's backless. I'm finally gonna make a great entrance.
Elaine: Backless? You gonna back her in?
George: Elaine, when a woman makes a ball entrance, she twirls.
Elaine: She's not gonna twi...
George: She'll twirl.

Jerry: She wants to talk?
George: She doesn't want to. She needs to talk.
Jerry: Nobody needs to talk.
George: Who would want to? She tried to end it with me, Jerry.
Jerry: What did you do?
George: I told her I was out of soda. I went out to get some, and I never went back.
Jerry: All night?
George: Yeah, I slept at my parents' house.
Jerry: And she wants to break up with you.
George: [chortles] Can you believe it?

George: I'm supposed to be having lunch with her now at Pomodoro.
Jerry: Uh-oh. Everybody breaks up at Pomodoros.
George: So, what am I gonna do?
Jerry: You really like this girl?
George: No, I like the ball. This is my one chance to make a great entrance. My whole life, I've never made a great entrance.
Jerry: You've made some fine exits. So, what? You can't keep avoiding her.
George: Why not? If she can't find me, she can't break up with me. And if we're still going out, she has to go to the ball.

Jerry: Hey, I thought you went to the game.
Kramer: No, I was kicked out for fighting with one of the players.
Jerry: Wait. Wait. Wait. Who?
Kramer: Reggie Miller.
Elaine: Cheryl Miller's brother?
Kramer: Yeah.
Jerry: Hey, hey, hey. Wait. Wait. Wait. What happened?
Kramer: Well, first of all, for some reason, they started the game an hour late. And, I don't know, I was sitting next to Spike Lee. He and Reggie were jawing at each other. I got involved.
Jerry: Wait. Wait. Wait. What do you mean, "involved"?
Kramer: Well, I ran out onto the court and threw a hot dog at Reggie Miller. Involved. Then they threw me and Reggie and Spike out of the game.
Elaine: So that's it?
Kramer: Well, you know, I felt pretty bad about everything. Then the three of us went to a strip club.

Elaine: Mr. Peterman, you wanted to see me?
J. Peterman: Apparently Peggy down in Design got into a little bit of a tiff yesterday with somebody named Susie.
Elaine: Susie.
J. Peterman: Yes. And between you, me and the lamppost, and the desk... Peggy says this Suz isn't much of a worker.
Elaine: It's Susie.
J. Peterman: Nevertheless, Elaine, the house of Peterman is in disorder. First thing tomorrow morning, I wanna see you, Peggy and Susie right here in my office.
Elaine: All of us?

Jerry: [sings] Believe it or not George isn't at home

Jerry: So Peterman bought it? I can't believe you got away with that.
Elaine: Well, I'm very fortunate to be surrounded by such stupidity.
Jerry: Yeah, I know how you feel.

J. Peterman: Elaine, where's Susie? I want her to head up our new fingerless-glove division.
Elaine: Oh, but I thought I was in line for that assignment.
J. Peterman: Mmm... No.
Elaine: All right, then, I was gonna wait to tell you this, but last night, Susie.... She took her own life.
J. Peterman: Oh!