Yes they eat them! They don’t put them next to vital organs in their abdominal cavities!
“I have no medical evidence to back me up, but something happened during the operation that staved off that infection. Something beyond science. Something perhaps from above…”
“Mint?”
“Those can be very refreshing.”
You got me blacklisted at Hop Sings?
I am so busy doing nothing that the idea of doing anything – which as you know always leads to something – cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything.
Bad chicken! Bad chicken!
Believe me, Jerry. Somewhere in this hospital, the anguished “oink” of Pig-Man cries out for help.
If I had a son, I would name him Isosceles. Isosceles Kramer.
(Incidentally, I just saw the five 2009 episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm in which they have a faux Seinfeld reunion. Definitely worth a look! I’ll go into more detail here if you like).
I was never big on creeds.
Too bad you can’t do that for a living. You’d be very successful at it. You could sell out Madison Square Garden. Thousands of people could watch you! You could be a big star!
Cherish the cabin.
(Beautiful) Women like that are like members of a secret tribe living in a forbidden city. People like me have not been inside in thousands of years.
You know the great thing about robbing a fat guy is the getaway, he can’t really chase you
“Newman!”
I’m not goin’ along. I can just see you in Berlin in 1939 goose-stepping past me: 'C’mon Jerry, go along, go along…
Yeah, you’re right. It’s just a natural human function that happens to be on my sofa, instead of a toilet where it would normally be.
Check it out. Eightball.
I would give up red meat just to get a glimpse of you in a bra.
I can’t believe you wouldn’t eat me, even though I’m your best friend!
You can do better than me. You could throw a dart out the window and hit someone better than me. I’m no good!
I am not here for rage. I’m here for revenge.