Jerry: Hey everybody, I’m on no sleep, no sleep!. You don’t know what it’s like in there, all night long things are creeping and cracking. And that red light is burning my brain! Elaine: You look a little stressed. Jerry: Oh I’m stressed!
Jerry: Hello Newman. Newman: Hello Jerry. Seth: And don’t forget your steamed broccoli. Jerry: Hold it, Newman, you wouldn’t eat broccoli if it was deep fried in chocolate sauce. Newman: I love broccoli, its good for you. Jerry: Really? Then maybe you’d like to have a piece? Newman: Gladly. [Newman spits it out] Newman: Vile weed! Jerry: It’s Kramer isn’t it? The greasy door knob the constant licking of the fingers, he’s hooked to the chicken isn’t he? Newman: Yes, now please. Someone, honey mustard.
Elaine: Mr. Peterman. [A boy cuts a piece of fruit in the background, Peterman scolds him in another language] Elaine: You speak Burmese? Peterman: No Elaine, that was gibberish. So did you have any trouble finding the place? Elaine: No, you’re the only white poet warlord in the neighborhood. Peterman: Are you an assassin? Elaine: I work for your mail order catalog. Peterman: You’re an errand girl, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill. Elaine: Well, actually I do have a bill here, if you could just sign this expense, I think I could still make the last fan boat out of here. Peterman: I’d be happy to Elaine … but I will have to see this hat.