Kramer: She's a slim gal.
George: And the amazing thing is she eats like there's no tomorrow. I mean I've never seen an appetite like this. Desserts. Everything. I don't know how she does it.
Kramer: Maybe she's bulimic.
George: What?
Kramer: Bulimic.
George: Kramer, she's a model.
Kramer: Exactly.
George: I have noticed she does tend to go to the bathroom right after we finish eating.
Kramer: There you go, monkey boy.

Nina: Oh, I'm so full.
George: Yes, full. I love to be full. Kove to sit back, loosen the old belt and digest away for hours. Let those enzymes do their work.
Nina: Will you excuse me?
George: Where you going?
Nina: I just need to freshen up.
George: You're fresh. [takes her arm] You're very fresh. You seem very fresh to me. You're very vital. I couldn't take you any fresher.
Nina: George, I need to freshen. George. George. George!

Laura: [opens door] Yes?
Jerry: Hi, is Sandy here?
Laura: Hi, you must be Jerry. Sandy's in the shower. Do you want to come in?
Jerry: I would except I forgot to bring a towel.
Laura: [laughs]

Jerry: So the roommate laughed at everything I said.
George: Wow.
Jerry: It was a great sounding laugh too, kind of lilting and feminine. None of those big coarse "ha's." You know those?
George: Oh yeah: Ha! Ha!
Jerry: Yeah.
George: Hate the big coarse "ha." Hate those.

Keith: Can I help you?
Elaine: Uh, no, I'm OK.
Keith: Well then what are you doing with that racket?
Elaine: Um, it's mine. Miss. Landis borrowed it.
Keith: Well, I'm sorry you can't take that, no, no, no.
Elaine: No, no, no, I can. I can. It's mine. It's my racket.
Keith: Look, sweetheart, I don't know who you are. I don't know what you're doing here. But...
Elaine: All right. I'm going. I'm going.
[They tussle over the tennis racket]
Elaine: All right all right forget it. You don't have to mention any of this to Miss. Landis do you?
Keith: I don't have to but I will.

Clotworthy: Morning, Cosmo.
Kramer: Hi, Mr. Clotworthy.
Clotworthy: How are you today?
Kramer: Ah, couldn't be better. Hi, Lorraine.
Lorraine: Hi, Cosmo
Kramer: My mom, Babs.
Lorraine: Hi, Mrs. Kramer
Babs: Lorraine.
Kramer: Yes, It's a fine day.
Man: [o.s.] What do you say Cosmo?
Kramer: Hey, everything my man.

Sandy: What?
Jerry: You know, I don't know the exact pronunciation but I believe its manage a trois.
Sandy: Ooh, that is a wild idea.
Jerry: Huh?

Kramer: You know, ma, I've been thinking. I want you to quit that matron job.
Babs: Yes, well isn't that just easy for you to say. What the hell do you think I'm going to do with myself?
Kramer: Well maybe we could go into business together. If you're clean?
Babs: [hits Kramer] I've been clean for two years. Anyway, what would we do together?
Kramer: I've got plenty of ideas.
Babs: I've always believed in you, Cosmo, you know that.
Kramer: So I want you to call that place today and tell them that you're through.
Babs: All right. I'll do it.

[George busts into the women's bathroom. He walks right past Nina, who is fixing her hair in a mirror, and heads to a stall where a woman is heard vomiting.]
George: Ah-ha!
Nina: What are you doing here George?
George: I was just wondering what it was you wanted for dessert.
[Nina rolls her eyes and leaves. The woman emerges from the stall.]
George: How you feelin'?

Babs: Hi, Newman.
Newman: Hi, Babs
Babs: What are you doing?
Newman: Minding my own business.
Babs: You'll never get into trouble that way.
Newman: What makes you think I'm looking for trouble?
Babs: From what I hear, you postmen don't have to look too far.
Newman: [chuckles] Well, you know, sometimes it just has a way of finding you. Cigarette?
Babs: Don't mind if I do.