"Is it me, or was that the ugliest baby you have ever seen?"
"I couldn't look. It was like a Pekinese."
"Boy, a little too much chlorine in that gene pool."
"Yep - male pattern baldness, alright."
Listen, sweetheart, let me tell you a little something about guts. <Points to his head.> This is guts.
What? Clinging to some scraps?
These are not "scraps." These are historic remains of a once great society of hair.
<ELAINE: Oh, did you guys stop at the bodega today? Some moron bounced a clown check!>
Franklin D.: I wish that Kramer drop dead.
"Isosceles. You know, I love the name Isosceles. If I had a kid, I would name him Isosceles. Isosceles Kramer."
They're out there, Jerry, and I'm LOVIN' every minute of it!!!
"I don't want your boys down there."
"What's wrong with my boys?"
"Your boys should stay in their neighborhood."
You saw her naked; I should see Elaine naked.
Kramer, would you turn me in if I murdered someone?
In a heartbeat.
"I don't want hope. Hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you're hopeless you don't care. And when you don't care, that indifference makes you attractive."
"So, hopelessness is the key?"
"It's my only hope."
I approached the big fish -
It's a mammal.
Whatever -
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go fill my freezer with my own blood."
"You've got three pints of Kramer in you, buddy!"
"I can feel his blood inside of me. Borrowing things from my blood."
"Karate. It's a lifetime pursuit of balance and harmony."
"But with punching and kicking."
Ah, 'Rochelle, Rochelle' . . . "A young girl's strange, erotic journey from Milan to Minsk . . ."
"I always get the feeling that when lesbians look at me, they're thinking, 'That's why I'm not a heterosexual.'"
Get her drunk so she'll pass out; then they can play with her toys.
"First they stick you with the undercoating, rust-proofing, dealer prep... Suddenly you're on your back like a turtle."
