Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don't stare at it, it's too risky. You get a sense of it then you look away.
(Gina's boyfriend Martin is in a coma) Kiss me right in front of him.
I can't. What if he wakes up.
A man is lying here unconscious and you're afraid of him. What kind of a man are you?
I'm a man who respects a good coma.
Little Jerry is a lean, mean pecking machine.
Celia is up for parole.
(looks at George) Who?
(looks at Kramer) What?
I'm too tired.
What do we need the pinky toe for?
Because, Elaine, that's the one that goes wee wee wee all the way home.
Why don't you just shut the fu... up?
(describing his view of "The Kramer" portrait) He is a loathsome, offensive brute. Yet I can't look away.
I'm not a lesbian. I hate men, but I'm not a lesbian.
So that's it? We're, uh, we're breakin' up?
What breakup? We went out on one date.
All right, good. Good.
Okay, then, well, so... see ya around... big head.
You got a big head. It's too big for your body.
That's it? That's the best you got?
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