Seinfeld

Kramer: (on going to the circus) But I'm afraid of clowns.

Kramer: That sex will melt your face.

George: I'm better with the mothers than I am with the daughters. Jerry: Maybe you should date the mothers. George: If I could talk to the mothers and have sex with the daughters, then I'd really have something going.

George: I think she finds my stupidity charming.

Jerry: So let me get this straight: you find yourself in the kitchen, you see an éclair, in the receptacle, and you think to yourself, "What the hell, I'll just eat some trash." George: No, no, no, no, no. It was not trash. Jerry: Was it in the trash? George: Yes. Jerry: Then it was trash. George: It wasn't down in; it was sort of on top. Jerry: But it was in the cylinder. George: Above the rim. Jerry: Adjacent to refuse, is refuse. George: It was on a magazine, and it still had the doily on. Jerry: Was it eaten? George: One little bite. Jerry: Well, that's garbage.

Jerry: (to George) Well, you, my friend, have crossed the fine line that divides man and bum. You are now a bum.

Jerry: (to George) Knowing you is like going into the jungle: I never know what I'm going to find next, and I'm real scared.

Jerry: (talking to Kramer) Boy you can really talk some trash. I guess that's better than eating it. (looking at George)

Mr Pitt: (doing the Nazi salute that makes him look just like Hitler) And our stock will rise high!