Elaine: Look at George. He lucked out, huh? Jerry: Oh, you're not kidding. Who'd have figured Susan would break up with him? They had a good thing going. Elaine: Yeah. Since she met him, she's been vomited on, her family's cabin's been burned down, she learned her father's a homosexual, and she got fired from a high-paying network job. Yeah, they had a real good thing going.
Doctor: OK. Elaine: Okay? That's it? I don't need a shot?
Doctor: Not shot. Dog bite. Elaine: No, no, no. I know I wasn't shot. Do I need a shot.
Doctor: Not shot. Dog bite. Woof-woof, not bang-bang.
Mr. Dundee: All we want is Moronie's money. Go ahead, kid.
Roman Moronie: You fargin sneaky bastige! I gonna take your dwork and I gonna nail it to the wall! I gonna crush your boils in a meat grinder! I gonna cut off your arms! I gonna shove 'em up your icehole! Dirty sum un a batch! My own club!
Jerry Seinfeld: Don't you know what it means to become an orgy guy? It changes everything. I have to dress different. I have to act different. I'd have to grow a mustache and get all kinds of robes and lotions and...I'd need a new bedspread, new curtains. I'd have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting. Of course, I'd have to get new friends. I'd have to get orgy friends. No. I'm not ready for it.
Mr. Pitt: I have been accused of wrongdoing, but these false accusations will not deter us. We will annex Poland by the spring at any cost! And, our stocks will rise high!
Pharmacist: Can I help you? Elaine: Yeah, do you have any Today Sponges? I know they're off the market, but I was...
Pharmacist: Actually we have a case left. Elaine: A case? A case of Sponges? I, I mean a case. Hah. Uh... H-how...? How many come in a case?
Pharmacist: 60. Elaine: 60? Um... Well, I'll take 3.
Pharmacist: 3. Elaine: Well, make it 10.
Pharmacist: 10? Elaine: 20 Sponges should be plenty.
Pharmacist: Did you say 20? Elaine: Yeah. 25 Sponges is just fine.
Pharmacist: 25? Elaine: Yeah.
Pharmacist: You're set with 25? Elaine: Yeah, yeah. Just give me the whole case, I'll be on my way.
Jerry Seinfeld: Oh, my God. Look at this. It's the new J. Peterman catalog. Look. George Costanza: "The Rogue's Wallet. It's where he kept his card, his dirty little secret. Short, devious, balding... His name was Costanza. He killed my mother."
Father Curtis: Tell me your sins, my son. Jerry: Uh, well I should mention that I'm Jewish.
Father Curtis: Oh, that's no sin. Jerry: Oh, good. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about Dr. Whatley. I, I have a suspicion he that he converted to Judaism for the jokes.
Father Curtis: And this offends you as a Jewish person? Jerry: No, it offends me as a comedian. And it'll interest you to know, that he's also telling Catholic jokes. And they're old jokes. I mean, the Pope and Raquel Welch in a lifeboat.
Father Curtis: I haven't heard that one.
Jerry; Oh, I'm sure you have. They're out on the ocean and yada, yada, yada and she, and she says "those aren't buoys."
Father Curtis: [Laughing]. Jerry: [Father Curtis still laughing] Father.
Father Curtis: One second. [Continues laughing].
Dave: Mr. Huddelston, there a vicious rumor going around this building that I'm deaf. I don't know how it started, but I don't like it. It's very humiliating. So let's try and put a stop to it.
Mrs. Berenger: I'm going to hold up a series of images, and I want you to tell me what you see. Just say the first thing that comes into your mind. Inspector Clouseau: A drunken Irishman. An Englishman with bad teeth. A San Francisco nancy boy. A Polish army officer driving a septic tank. [Laughing] Where did you get these cards?
Daredevil: I'm going to sneak into the side and take out the goons in the back. It'll take me 15 seconds to take out each one. So, you just wait here until I've gotten all 10. Jen Walters: Uh, I'm not gonna sit here for a half an hour while you pick off goons one by one.
Daredevil: That's not how that math works out.
Officer Oscar Hunt: You don't use Facebook? You're kidding me. Everybody's on Facebook. It's Facebook.
Gloria Burgle: Could you stop saying Facebook?
Oscar: I got 352 friends. Most of 'em I don't even know. But...oh, and, and this one time, I met this chick, she was smoking hot. Then she turned out to be a Nigerian man...who wanted money.
Agent Lowell: That's Mallory all right. Busted twice for non-possession. Jumped bail a year ago and ran off to Mexico.
Damon: I heard he died of an under-dose.
Agent Lowell: Same here. I guess we were wrong, huh? It's a safe bet Mallory snuck back into the country to spread more of his anti-drug propaganda. A guy like that shouldn't be on the street.
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