Estelle: Maybe they don't like us.
Frank: Why wouldn't they like us? (tastes the paella) Again with the pepper? What do you gotta use all the pepper for?!
Estelle: Ah, keep quiet!
Frank: (agitated) What, are you trying to set my mouth on fire?!?
George: I don't know what the reason could be.
Jerry: Boy, I had no idea you felt this way about the Costanzas.
Helen: They're exhausting. It's like being in an asylum.
Kramer: Oh hey, Helen, uh, could I use some more of your hand lotion?
Helen: I told you it was good.
Helen: It's from the Sak's Fifth Avenue in Miami.
Kramer: Mmm. I'm gonna remember that if I'm ever in Florida.
Jerry: Yeah, or if you're ever on Fifth Avenue here, in New York City.
George: Maybe this will become like a cool thing: living with your parents.
Jerry: Yeah, then maybe baldness will catch on. Things will all be turning your way.
Morty: (on the phone) Jack, it's Morty.
Jack: Who died?
Helen: Jerry, have you seen Schindler's List?
Jerry: No, I haven't see it yet.
Helen: Oh, you have to go. You have to.
Jerry: I'm going.
Helen: You have to!
Morty: (on his beltless trenchcoat) This is 'The Executive'.
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