George: Where's Allison?
Kramer: No, Allison, she didn't wanna come.
George: But you took me back.
Kramer: Well, yeah, I did, but she's a tough nut. How do you like the tuxedo? It's a rental, but I've had it for 15 years. All right.

Mike: Guess what. I just started my own business. I'm a bookie.
Jerry: No openings in arson?
Mike: Either of you guys wanna place a bet, I'm your guy.
Kramer: No, no, no. No bets for me. I got a disease.
Jerry: I'm feeling a bit queasy myself. Maybe I'll see you in another five years. [walks off]

Jerry: Oh, God, it's Mike Moffet.
Kramer: Don't tell me you're still mad at him for calling you a phony. Jerry, that was five years ago.
Jerry: I'm not a phony. I don't want anything to do with this guy.
Kramer: Hey, Mike! Mike.
Mike: Kramer, Jerry, how's it going?
Jerry: Fine. And I'm not just saying that.

Elaine: What's in the bag?
George: New tuxedo for the Pinstripe Ball. Steinbrenner is throwing a huge party at Tavern on the Green.
Jerry: Kind of a Yankee prom?
George: It's not a prom. It's a ball.

George: That is what Mr. Steinbrenner wants. He wants everyone to twirl around.
Allison: All right.

Kramer: Oh, by the way, you owe Mike $100.
Jerry: What for?
Kramer: I bet for you on tonight's game. Yeah, if the Knicks beat the Pacers by more than 35, it pays 10-1. That's some sweet action.
Jerry: But I don't want any sweet action.
Kramer: Well, I couldn't do it. I got a gambling problem.
Jerry: So you put down my money?
Kramer: You don't have a problem.
Jerry: Not with that, no.

Jerry: The nerve. Talking about you behind your back, and right to your face.
Elaine: No. Suz. I mean, Susie, Suzanne, Susanna. Fine. But there is no way I'm gonna be a Suz.
Jerry: No. No Suz.
Elaine: I mean, what am I? Some pom-pom waving, back-seat bimbo?
Jerry: Who are you describing?
Elaine: Someone.
Jerry: Named Suz?
Elaine: No, still Sharon.

Jerry: Can you believe that?
Elaine: I didn't know Cheryl Miller's little brother played basketball.
Kramer: [returns] Knicks killed them, 110-73.
Jerry: Well, without Reggie Miller, it's a blowout.
Kramer: No, Jerry, that's 37 points. The Knicks covered. You won. See, that's a cool G, daddy-o. Now, you gotta let it ride.
Jerry: On what?
Kramer: Come on, Jerry, I don't wanna lose this feeling. Let's go to the OTB, put money on the ponies.
Jerry: Yeah, all right.
Kramer: [checks watch] They just closed.
Jerry: Oh, too bad.

George: So, Kramer, why'd you ask me out to dinner? And why Pomodoro?
Woman: [at another table] How could you say that to me?
Kramer: Allison spoke to me and she wanted me to speak to you.
George: Uh-oh.
Kramer: Now, we all know that this relationship isn't working. So Allison and I think that the best thing to do is just make a clean break.
George: Can't we discuss this?
Kramer: We just don't think you're ready for a serious relationship.
George: I didn't even know you wanted to get serious.
Kramer: So, what am I in this for? You know, I'm getting to a point in my life where I need something more... than just a good time.
George: Are you?
Kramer: What, me? No, no. But she is.
George: I can't believe this is happening.
Kramer: George, we're sorry. We're through.
George: Kramer, please.
Kramer: [whimpers] I'm sorry. [runs off]

Kramer: Did you do this?
Jerry: Yeah, but...
Kramer: You broke his thumbs.
Jerry: It was an accident.
Kramer: Oh, is that what you call it when somebody doesn't pay up?
Mike: I'll get the money, Jerry. I got a hundred in my pocket if you wanna reach in and take it.
Jerry: I don't want it that way.
Kramer: Okay, how about Mike fixes your trunk, we call it even, nobody has to get hurt.
Jerry: Fine.
Mike: Thank you, Jerry. Thank you. I won't forget this. I'm gonna fix your trunk good. Real good.
Kramer: See, that was nice, Jerry. Oh, by the way, I broke your trunk.
Jerry: Eh, it's just a car.