Kramer: Wait wait, hold it, hold it. Look who's over there. Don't look, don't look! It's Fred Savage.
Chelsea: Big deal.
Kramer: He'd be perfect for my movie. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. [takes a deep breath] I gotta go over there, I gotta give him a copy of my treatment.
Chelsea: Why are you breathing so hard?
Kramer: Well, I'm just a little nervous. Okay, I gotta relax. Phew. Wish me luck, huh?

Kramer: Hey. Oh, did I frighten you? I'm not crazy. I mean, I may look weird, but I'm just like you, I'm just a regular guy just trying to make it in this business. You know I really like your work, the, uh...
Fred Savage: Thank you.
Kramer: Yeah, I can't remember the name of it.
Fred Savage: Thanks.
Kramer: Yeah, my mind's a blank, I'm sorta nervous, you know, uh...
Fred Savage: That's okay. Relax, relax.
Kramer: Okay, but I got this...
[Kramer lifts his leg onto the table, which collapses]
Kramer: Stupid table. You know, I'm not normally like this. Usually I'm very cool and charming, I don't mean to bother you or anything but I think it's fate that you happened to be here at the same time as me.
Fred Savage: Yeah, its fate. You know, can't avoid your fate. [heads for the door]
Kramer: I got this treatment I think you'll be great in.
Fred Savage: Yeah.
Kramer: So I'd like to give it to you.
Fred Savage: Yeah, thank you, thanks a lot. Bye!
Kramer: All right, excuse me. Uh wait, wait.
[Fred Savage takes the treatment and bolts out the door. Kramer gives everybody in the establishment a thumbs up]

Jerry: [on the phone] Yeah, Kramer. K-R-A-M-E-R. Uh, I don't know, wavy? [to George] George, how would you describe Kramer's hair?
George: Curly.
Jerry: Wavy.
George: What'd you ask me for?

George: Uh, Jerry, you want your blankets tucked in?
Jerry: Excuse me, what?
George: You want your blankets tucked in?
Jerry: What blankets?
George: When Lupe makes up the beds in the morning.
Jerry: I don't know, whatever they do.
Lupe: I tuck in? Yes?
Jerry: Tuck in, tuck in.
George: All right, so that's one tuck and one no-tuck.
Lupe: Okay.
George: Yeah. One second sweetheart. Jerry, I really think it'd be easier if you didn't tuck.
Jerry: Excuse me, fine, you don't want me to tuck, put me down for a no-tuck.
George: [to Lupe] Two no-tucks.
Jerry: Uh, hang on a second, You know what? Changed my mind, make it a tuck.
George: You just said you weren't tucking.
Jerry: I'm tucking!

Jerry: I can't believe she threw that out. I had like the perfect wording of a whole joke I was gonna do about the X-ray counter at the airport, I was gonna do it on The Tonight Show, now I can't remember it.
George: Well, what did you want her to do? You left it on the night table.
Jerry: They're not supposed to just take everything and throw it out!
George: Hey, hey, hey! It's not Lupe's fault. You shouldn't have left it out.

Jerry: How's it going?
George: Great! Great! I actually just had two meaningful intelligent conversations with Corbin Bernsen and George Wendt.
Jerry: Really?
George: Yeah. Not fan talk, not gushing, you know? Actual conversation, I was incredibly articulate!
Jerry: You got toilet paper on your heel there.

Corbin Bernsen: [on The Tonight Show] Oh yeah, yeah, people are always coming up to me trying to give me a great case for L.A. Law. Just a few seconds ago, right here, right outside in the hallway, this nut. ..Some sick nut comes up to me and says he's supposed to watch this girl's cat while she's away out of town. Anyway, he forgets to feed the cat. The cat dies. Starves to death. He kills the cat. Refuses to get her a new one. Won't give her any money. Won't pay her. And he wants Arnie Becker to represent him. Nice guy. Yeah, that'd make a great* case for L.A. Law. Thanks a lot.

George Wendt: [on The Tonight Show] It's funny, 'cause even after all these years, we still get people, you know, giving us advice, how to improve the show. Actually, a few moments ago I ran into a nut back there... He said, you know, that maybe we should think about, you know, not doing the show in a bar.
[In the studio audience, everybody but George is laughing]

George Wendt: The guy you talked to, what did he look like?
Corbin Bernsen: Short little bald guy with glasses.
George Wendt: Yeah, yeah, that's the same guy I talked to.
Corbin Bernsen: It never ends, does it?

Jerry: I was terrible.
George: What are you, crazy? You were fine.
Jerry: Nah, did you hear the end? I couldn't remember what I was trying to say, that whole thing about the, uh...
George: Conveyor belt.
Jerry: Yeah. Because she threw out my napkin.
George: I can't believe, you're blaming Lupe?
Jerry: Yes, Lupe. I'm blaming Lupe.