Seinfeld (season 7)

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Seinfeld was an American sitcom that aired on NBC from 1989 to 1998. It revolved around neurotic comedian Jerry Seinfeld and his three equally neurotic friends. A self-described "show about nothing", it is generally considered one of the most popular, influential sitcoms of all time.

Susan: I just want you to know that I love your son very much.
Estelle: You do?
Susan: Yes.
Estelle: Really?
Susan: Yes.
Estelle: May I ask why?

Jerry: Well, you know, we were having dinner the other night, and she's got this strangest habit: she eats her peas one at a time. You've never seen anything like it. It takes her an hour to finish them. I mean, we've had dinner other times. I've seen her eat corn niblets, but she scooped them.
George: She scooped the niblets?
Jerry: Yes. That's what was so vexing.
Kramer: Look at this, Jerry. That's littering.
Jerry: Maybe you better call the cops and turn me in.
Kramer: Maybe I will.

Susan: If you don't want to marry me, George, just say so. [crying] Say so.
George: Still marry. Still marry.
Susan: No, you don't love me.
George: No. Still love. Still love.
Susan: My parents told me you were too neurotic and that I was making a mistake.
George: No, no, no. No mistake, no mistake!
Kramer: You know you hurt the Maestro's feelings.
Jerry: Oh what, because I didn't call him "Maestro"?
Kramer: That's right.
Jerry: Ya know, I feel a little funny calling somebody "Maestro."
Kramer: Why?
Jerry: Because it's a stupid thing to be called.
Kramer: Jerry, he's a conductor.
Jerry: Oh, conductor. He conducts the Policeman's Benevolent Association Orchestra.

Jerry: New shirt?
George: Yeah. You like it?
Jerry: No, not particularly.
George: Why, the color?
Jerry: Yeah.
George: Too flashy?
Jerry: Yeah, it's burning my retina.
Jerry: I still can't believe, you're going out on a blind date.
Elaine: I'm not worried. It sounds like he's really good looking.
Jerry: You're going by sound? What are we, whales?
Elaine: I think I can tell.
Jerry: Elaine, what percentage of people would you say are good looking?
Elaine: 25 percent.
Jerry: 25 percent, you say? No way! It's like 4 to 6 percent. It's a 20 to 1 shot.
Elaine: You're way off.
Jerry: Way off? Have you been to the motor vehicle bureau? It's like a leper colony down there.
Elaine: So what you are saying is that 90 to 95 percent of the population is undateable?
Jerry: UNDATEABLE!

Kramer: Oh, by the way, tomorrow night Paul O'Neill has to catch a fly ball in his hat.
George: Right now, I sit around pretending that I'm busy.
Jerry: How do you pull that off?
George: I always look annoyed. Yeah, when you look annoyed all the time, people think that you're busy. Think about it... [puts on an annoyed face]
Elaine: Yeah, you do! He looks very busy!
Jerry: Yeah, he looks busy! Yeah!
George: I know what I'm doin.' In fact Mr. Wilhelm gave me one of those little stress dolls. All right, back to work. [puts on the annoyed face]

George: Hey, you bastards.
Jerry: Hey, how was the meeting?
George: I really like those sons of bitches.
Jerry: Sons of bitches?
George: Yeah! That's how they talk. You know, everyone's either a bastard or a son of a bitch. Yeah, it's like, uh... "Boy, that son of a bitch Boggs can really hit, huh?"
Jean-Paul: Really?
George: Yeah, yeah. That's how they talk in the Major League.
 
NO SOUP FOR YOU!
George: I didn't get any bread.
Jerry: Just forget it. Let it go.
George: Excuse me, I think you forgot my bread.
Soup Nazi: Bread, two dollars extra.
George: Two dollars? But everybody in front of me got free bread.
Soup Nazi: You want bread?
George: Yes, please.
Soup Nazi: THREE dollars!
George: What?!
Soup Nazi: NO SOUP FOR YOU! [snaps fingers]
[The Soup Nazi's assistant snatches George's soup and hands back his money]

Elaine: Hi there. Um... [drums on the counter] Oh, oh, oh, one mulligatawny, and um... What is that right there? Is that Lima beans?
Soup Nazi: Yes.
Elaine: Never been a big fan. [imitates gagging] Um... Y'know what has anyone ever told you look exactly like Al Pacino? [the Soup Nazi looks at her in confusion] Y'know, Scent of a Woman? Hoo-ah! Hoo-ah! [chuckles]
Soup Nazi: Very good. Very good. You know something?
Elaine: Hmm?
Soup Nazi: NO SOUP FOR YOU!
Elaine: What?!
Soup Nazi: Come back one year! Next!
Jerry: Oh, come on, just tell me your code already. What is it?
George: I am not giving you my code.
Kramer: I bet I can guess it.
George: Yeah, right.
Kramer: Oh, alright. Let's see... Well, we can throw out birthdays immediately. That's too obvious. And no numbers for you, you're a word man. Alright, let's go deeper. What kind of man are you? Well, you're weak, spineless, a man of temptations, but what tempts you?
George: Huh?
Kramer: You're a portly fellow, a bit long in the waistband. So what's your pleasure? Is it the salty snacks you crave? No, no, no, no, yours is a sweet tooth.
George: [getting nervous] Get out of here.
Kramer: Oh, you may stray, but you'll always return to your dark master: the cocoa bean.
George: [gets up] I'm leaving.
Kramer: No, and only the purest syrup nectar can satisfy you!
George: I gotta go.
Kramer: [chasing after George] If you could, you'd guzzle it by the gallon! Ovaltine! Hershey's!
George: Shut up!
Kramer: Nestle's Quik!
George: Shut up!

Kramer: Well, you know the important thing is that you learned something.
Jerry: No, I didn't.
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Elaine: Kramer? Is that you?
Kramer: Elaine?
Elaine: What time does Chow Fung start?
Kramer: I dunno.

George: (to Elaine) You're killing independent George!

Moviefone President: Hello. And welcome to your worst nightmare. I know you're in there, Cosmo Kramer, Apartment 5b. You're in big trouble now. You've been stealing my business. If you'd like to do this the easy way, open the door now. Or please select the number of seconds you'd like to wait before I break this door down. Please select now.
Jerry: She's too good.
George: Too good?
Jerry: I mean, she's giving and caring and genuinely concerned about the welfare of others. I can't be with someone like that.
George: I see what you mean.
Jerry: I admire the hell out of her. You can't have sex with someone you admire.

Elaine: I just couldn't decide if he was really sponge worthy.
Jerry: Gum is one of the weirdest human inventions. It's not a liquid. It's not a solid. It's not a food. What is it? It isn't really anything. You know, I mean, it's like a stationary bike for your jaw. Remember when you were in school, and teachers would get all riled up if they caught you with gum? When you're a kid, you think, "What is the big deal?" But as an adult, I can understand it because when you're chewing gum you don't look like you're too thrilled with anything anybody has to say.

George: Speaking of crazy, did you hear about Lloyd Braun?
Frank: What is this thing, anyway?
Mrs. Ross: It's Cornish game hen.
Frank: What is that? Like a little chicken?
George: It's, uh, it's not a little chicken. [laughs] "Little chicken." It's a game bird.
Frank: Game bird?
George: Yeah.
Frank: What do you mean? Like, you hunt it?
Mr. Ross: Yes...
Frank: How hard could it be to kill this thing?

Frank: Let me understand. You got the hen, the chicken and the rooster. The rooster goes with the chicken. So, who's having sex with the hen?
George: Why don't we talk about it another time?
Frank: But you see my point here? You only hear of a hen, a rooster and a chicken. Something's missing!
Mrs. Ross: Something's missing all right.
Mr. Ross: They're all chickens. The rooster has sex with all of them.
Frank: That's perverse!
[Message on Jerry's answering machine after being informed of George's "death" by Steinbrenner]
Frank Costanza: Jerry, it's Frank Costanza. Steinbrenner's here. George is dead. Call me back.

Jerry: Aren't you gonna tell your parents you're still alive?
George: Naw, they could use the break!
Kramer: Hey, hey, hey. I'm getting a vibe here. What, are you unhappy with our arrangement?
Jerry: What arrangement?
Kramer: I was under the impression that I could take anything I wanted from your fridge, and you take whatever from mine.
Jerry: Well, let me know when you get something in there.

George: All right, I tell you what. You look like nice people. I'm gonna help you out. You want a beautiful name? Soda.
Ken: What?
George: Soda. S-O-D-A. Soda.
Carrie: I don't know, it sounds a little strange.
George: All names sound strange the first time you hear 'em. What, you telling me people loved the name Blanche the first time they heard it?
Jack: I don't feel like taking a ride. Do I have to take a ride?
Jerry: He doesn't wanna take a ride.
Morty: Uh-huh.
Jack: What d'you think? I've never ridden in a Cadillac before? Believe me, I've ridden in a Cadillac hundreds of times. Thousands!
Morty: Thousands?
Jack: What? D'you think you're such a big shot now because you got a Cadillac?
Morty: [dismissive] Ahh!
Jack: [dismissive] Ahh!
Morty: Do you believe that guy?
Jerry: [sarcastically] Ahh!

Morty: Alright, are you ready to eat?
Helen: Oh, right, let's go. Jerry, let's go, it's time to eat. We're going to dinner.
Jerry: Dinner? What time is it?
Helen: It's 4:30
Jerry: 4:30? Who eats dinner at 4:30?
Morty: By the time we sit down, it'll be quarter to 5.
Jerry: I don't understand why we have to eat now.
Helen: We gotta catch the early-bird. It's only between 4:30 and 6.
Morty: Yeah. They give you a tenderloin, a salad and a baked potato, for $4.95. You know what that cost you after 6?
Jerry: Can't we eat at a decent hour? I'll treat, okay?
Helen: You're not buying us dinner.
Jerry: I'm not force-feeding myself a steak at 4:30 to save a couple of bucks, I'll tell you that!
Newman: Look, sister, go get yourself a cup of coffee, all right? Beat it! [pushes Elaine out the door and closes it] All right, now here's the lowdown. Through a certain connection, I've been able to locate some black market shower heads. They're all made in the former Yugoslavia. And from what I hear, the Serbs are fanatic about their showers.
Jerry: Not from the footage I've seen.

Peterman: Elaine, you've tested positive for opium.
Elaine: What?
Peterman: That's right, Elaine. White lotus. Yam-yam. Shanghai Sally!
...
Peterman: I know what you're going through. I too once fell under the spell of opium. It was 1979. I was traveling the Yangtzee in search of a Mongolian horsehair vest. I had got to the market after sundown. All of the clothing traders had gone, but a different sort of trader still lurked about. "Just a taste" he said. That was all it took.
Elaine: Mr. Peterman, I don't know what's going on here. I am not addicted to anything.
Peterman: Oh, Elaine, the toll road of denial is a long and dangerous one. The price? Your soul. Oh, and by the way, you have till 5:00 to clear out your desk. You're fired.
George: Susan has this doll collection, and one of the dolls looks exactly like my mother. She likes to sleep with it.
Jerry: Wow. You were in bed with your mother last night?
George: Felt like it. I tell you, this doll is pretty spooky. It's freakin' me out, man.

Kramer: Frank here, he's got his own billiard room.
Frank: Yes, It's, uh, it's... uh, uh... What do you call it, Kramer?
Kramer: A billiard room.
Frank: No, not billiard. Not billiards. It was... come on, already. Come on...
Kramer: What?
Frank: We call it... the, uh...
Kramer: [snaps fingers] "The Place To Be!"
Frank: "The Place To Be!" Yes! It's the place to be.
Jerry: Excuse me. Excuse me. Are you asking him out?
Jessie: Yeah... I guess you could say that..
Jerry: Right in front of me! How do you know we're not together? Two guys sitting, laughing, drinking "Champagne Coolies."

Jerry: I'm telling you right now, Elaine, this guy's gonna dangle that dress in front of you like a dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule.
Steinbrenner: [after smelling the calzones] Constanza is in the building! And he's not in his office! Constanza! He's got the calzone! I've got you! [runs out of his office]

Kramer: Hey, buddy. I am waiting for my shirt.
Jerry: You got your shirt in my oven?
Kramer: I didn't have any quarters for the dryer. Anyway, this is better. And it's more convenient.
Jerry: [ironically] For both of us.
Kramer: And I have a lot more control. I have one shirt going for ten minutes at 325 degrees.
Jerry: What's wrong with your oven?
Kramer: I'm baking a pie!
Newman: It's the truck, Kramer. The truck!
Kramer: Look, Newman, I told you to let this thing go.
Newman: No, no, no, no no. Listen to me. Most days, the post office sends one truckload of mail to the second domestic regional sorting facility in Saginaw, Michigan.
Kramer: (interested) Uh-huh.
Newman: But, on the week before holidays, we see a surge. On Valentine's Day, we send two trucks. On Christmas, four, packed to the brim. And tomorrow, if history is any guide, will see some spillover into a fifth truck.
Kramer: (realization) Mother's Day.
Newman: The mother of all mail days. And guess who signed up for the truck.
Kramer: A free truck? Oh boy, that completely changes our cost structure. Our G and A goes down fifty percent.
Newman: (excited) We carry a couple of bags of mail, and the rest is ours!
Kramer: Newman, you magnificent bastard, you did it!
Newman: (triumph) Let the collecting begin!
Farmer's daughter: No, Daddy, don't hurt him! I love him! Goodbye, Norman! Goodbye!
Kramer: [fixing up his pants] Yeah... Look at this, Mickey. These pants are fallin' apart, huh?
Jerry: You know, when I first met you, Kramer, you used to wear jeans all the time.
Kramer: Yeah, well, I was a different man then.
Jerry: With a different body.
Kramer: Hey, I got the body of a... taut, preteen Swedish boy.

Jerry: Hey, uh... what'd you get there?
Kramer: I bought Dungarees.
Elaine: Kramer, they're painted on!
Kramer: Well, they're slim-fit.
Jerry: Slim-fit?
Kramer: Yeah, they're streamlined.
Jerry: You're walkin' like Frankenstein!
Kramer: What? They just gotta be worked in a little bit, that's all.
[After George pretends to be an addicted smoker to make Susan cancel the wedding]
Susan: Since when do you smoke?
George: [coughs] I've always smoked.
Susan: I've never seen you smoke.
George: Oh, yeah? Well, I quit smokin.' I [coughs] gave it up for a w- [cough] while, but it was too tough. Y' know, [cough] I haven't got the will power.
Susan: I don't like this one bit.
George: Well[coughs] I can't stop now [coughs] I'm addicted... [coughing, wretching] they got a hold of me.
Susan: Well, you are gonna have to quit.
George: Oh, God! [runs to the bathroom]

George: I put a lot of thought into this, and I think I would like you to sign a prenuptial agreement.
Susan: A pre-nup?
George: Yeah. [Susan laughs] What's so funny?
Susan: Hahahaha... You don't have any money. I make more money than you do. Haha. Yeah, give me the papers. I'll sign 'em.
 
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