Hello, Newman.

I called in sick. I don't work in the rain.

Pair of bear claws, please.

We will cut the bike down the middle...

What took you so long?

Oh, the humanity!

Hey, another round of strawberry for me and my friends!

- Mother's Day. - The mother of all mail days.

Why don't you take your three-hour break?

-Hello, Newman. -Hello, Jerry.

Vile weed!

- I don't remember you with a girl. - Nevertheless.

The air is so dewy sweet, you don't even have to lick the stamps.

And I booked Christopher Cross.

A man could really get some thinking done.

And three times a week, I shall require a cannoli.

- Don't look at me. - I'm looking right at you, big daddy.

-What kind? -Cubed.

Go, girl.

Lately though, I've been buying the generic brand of wax beans.

Jambalaya.

You just got it? Damn, the mail is slow.

I need a really pretty face.

What kind of snow blower did you get us mixed up with?

Cancel? Think again, long shanks.

El Paso.

...but registered mail is not necessarily certified.

-What happened? -Kramer bit me.

It's pretty hot under these lights, huh, Seinfeld?

- Define rarely. - Frequently.

- Kramer? - Hello, boys.

Are you reneging out of the deal? Are you reneging?

Jerry. Jerry. Jerry.

-Do I smell Pantene? -Do I smell--?

...a dizzying array of textures and moments.

-An alliance? -An alliance.

- Give me that! - Jerry, you better stop her or I'll tell!

Freebies!

You are nothing but a piece of crap.

- Is that a...? - Drake's Coffee Cake.

Just one bite?

Can I have a bite?

What the hell was that?

- Hit me, Seinfeld, I got witnesses. - Turn around, George.