Jerry: It was unbelievable. You're right. The jokes kept bouncing off her like Superman.
Elaine: See, what did I tell you?
Jerry: And even when she did like something, she doesn't laugh. She says, "That's funny." "That's funny."
Elaine: Ooh, I better call that woman at Doubleday and see when I can pick up Mr. Pitt's racket.
Jerry: I mean how can I be with someone that doesn't laugh. It's like... Well, it's like something!

Kramer: [enters] What's so funny? What?
Elaine: Cosmo?
Kramer: All right. All right. Okay, so you the name now. The cat is.... out of the bag.
Jerry: Well, I got to hand it to you. You did a hell of a job keeping it a secret all these years.
Elaine: It's not such a bad name.
Kramer: Well, you know, all my life I've been running away from that name. That's why I wouldn't tell anybody. But I've been thinking about it. All this time I'm trying not to be me. I'm afraid to face who I was. But I'm Cosmo, Jerry. I'm Cosmo Kramer. And that's who I'm going to be. From now on that's who I'm going to be. I'm Cosmo!

George: Well, I heard a noise.
Jerry: What noise?
George: You know, blargh!
Jerry: What blargh?
George: From the bathroom.
Jerry: Oh, you think she was, uh, refunding?
George: Every time we go out to eat, the minute we we're done eating, she's running to the bathroom.
Elaine: So you're concerned.
George: Elaine, of course I'm concerned. I'm payin' for those meals. It's like throwing money down the toilet.
Jerry: In a manner of speaking.
George: Let me digest it. Let me get my money's worth. You know, what would be good is if there was someone else in the bathroom that could tell me.

George: Do you realize in the entire history of Western civilization no one has successfully accomplished the roommate switch? In the Middle Ages you could get locked up for even suggesting it!
Jerry: They didn't have roommates in the Middle Ages.
George: How do you know?
Jerry: Well, for one thing, they didn't have apartments.
George: Well, I'm sure at some point between the years 800 and 1200 somewhere, there were two women living together.

Jerry: So I tell Sandy that I want to have a manage trois with her and her roommate.
George: That's right.
Jerry: And you believe this course of action will have a two-pronged effect. Firstly, the very mention of the idea will cause Sandy to recoil in disgust, whereupon she will insist that I remove myself from the premises.
George: Keep going.
Jerry: At this point, it is inevitable that she will seek out the roommate to apprise her of this abhorrent turn of events.
George: Continue.
Jerry: The roommate will then offer her friend the requisite sympathy, even as part of her cannot help but feel somewhat flattered by her inclusion in the unusual request.
George: A few days go by, and a call is placed at a time when Sandy is known to be busy at work. Once the initial awkwardness is relieved with a little playful humor, which she of course cannot resist, an invitation to a friendly dinner is proffered.
Jerry: Well, it all sounds pretty good. There's only one flaw in it: They're roommates. She'd have to go out with me behind Sandy's back. She's not gonna do that.
George: You disappoint me, my friend. Sandy wants nothing to do with you. She tells Laura, "If you want to waste your time with that pervert, that's your problem."
Jerry: It's a perfect plan. So inspired. So devious. Yet so simple.
George: This is what I do.

Jerry: Don't you know what it means to become an orgy guy? It changes everything. I'd have to dress different. I'd have to act different. I'd have to grow a mustache and get all kinds of robes and lotions and... I'd need a new bedspread and new curtains. I'd have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting. I'd have to get new friends. I'd have to get orgy friends. Nah, I'm not ready for it.

George: Check that out.
Kramer: Whoa, you're dating this woman?
George: That's right.
Kramer: George, you're becoming one of the glitterati.
George: What's that?
Kramer: You know, people who glitter.

[stand-up:]
Jerry: Tennis is the only sport where the uniform is what you would wear under your clothes in any other sport. You're actually out there in your underwear. Unless in the old days, you know, they would wear those long pants and the big heavy sweaters. How long did it take them to get over that? We're out here in the hot
sun, running around after a ball. What exactly are we all dressed up for? Maybe that's why they started keeping score like that. "Point? You know what? Make it 15. I'm dying in this sweater here!". "Oh, another one got by me? Take another 10 points. Let's just get this over with!".

Sandy: So did you like the movie?
Jerry: Yeah, it was OK. Frankenstein didn't seem quite right to me. I missed the sport jacket.
Sandy: [nods silently]
Jerry: Not that it was that nice of a jacket. I mean it didn't fit him that well. But to me there's just something about a monster in a blazer. I mean, it shows at least he's making an effort.
Sandy: [nods silently] That's funny.
Jerry: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Kramer: My mother's a matron!
Elaine: Babs?
Kramer: Yeah, there. All right, I said it there. You satisfied? Anything else you want to know?
George: Kramer. Kramer, I need to know if Nina is refunding.
Kramer: Look, George, I can't help you, all right.
George: Why not? Why not?
Kramer: Let me go. Let me go. Because I haven't talked to my mother in five years. We just don't see eye to eye. I don't even want to get into my childhood. I'm still carrying a lot of pain. A lot of pain!