Elaine: (referring to Dr. Reston) He's like a Svenjolly. Jerry: Svengali. Elaine: What did I say? Jerry: Svenjolly. Elaine: Svenjolly? I did not say Svenjolly. Jerry: George? George: Svenjolly. (licking some peanut butter off his finger) Elaine: I don't see how I could've said Svenjolly. Jerry: Well, maybe he's got, like, a cheerful mental hold on you.
George: I'm sorry. I can't live knowing that Ted Danson makes that much more than me. Who's he? Jerry: He's somebody! George: What about me? Jerry: You're nobody. George: Why him? Why not me? Jerry: He's good, you're not. George: I'm better than him! Jerry: You're worse! Much much worse.