I love these people. You can't ask 'em questions. They're so mentally gifted that we mustn't disturb the delicate genius unless it's in the confines of an office. When huge sums of money are involved, then the delicate genius can be disturbed!

Jerry, just remember, it's not a lie if you believe it.

Moops!

You don't work in the rain? You're a mailman! "Neither rain nor sleet nor…" It's the first one!

The truth? You want the truth? It is your earrings! It is the chopsticks, but it's so much more! You're pretentious! You call everyone by their full name! You call my doorman, Sammy, "Samuel" but you didn't even say "Samuel", you went "Samuelle!" Papie-ay mach-ay? What is papie-ay mach-ay?

Believe it or not, George isn't at home. Please leave a message at the beep. 
I must be out or I'd pick up the phone. Where could I be? 
Believe it or not, I'm not home.

Well, you know, I've been lying about my income for a few years; I figured I could afford a fake house in the Hamptons.

The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli.

So the plan is to secretly sterilize her mouth?

So self-absorbed and egotistical, it's like those hip musicians with their complicated shoes!

Why him? Why not me?

What about me?

I'm sorry. I can't live knowing that Ted Danson makes that much more than me. Who's he?

Do you ever just get down on your knees and thank god that you know me and have access to my dementia?

Did anybody call here asking for Vandelay Industries?