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.
Old Lady: What's bothering you? Is it my goiter? Elaine: Goiter? What goiter? Old Lady: This football shaped growth jutting out of my neck! Elaine: Oh, noit's distinctive; as a matter of fact I wish I had one!