Frank Costanza: We’ll go out for dinner tonight.
Estelle Costanza: I can’t tonight, I’m busy.
Frank Costanza: What do you mean, busy?
Estelle Costanza: I’m having dinner with someone.
Frank Costanza: With whom?
Estelle Costanza: Sid Farkus.
Frank Costanza: Sid Farkus?! You’re not having dinner with a bra salesman.
Estelle Costanza: Hey, he only sells them. He doesn’t wear them!
I go out for a quart of milk, I come home and find my son treating his body like an amusement park
“George likes the bananas!”
“So let him have bananas on the SIDE!”
I’m re-watching all of the Seinfeld episodes to escape the darkness and stupidity that’s engulfing our country.
ESTELLE: I knew it. I knew it.. I always knew you always had beautiful hands. I used to tell people. Frank, didn’t I use to talk about his hands?
FRANK: (Looking up from his paper) Who the hell did’ya ever mention his hands to?
ESTELLE: (Getting annoyed) I mentioned his hands to plenty of people!
FRANK: You never mentioned them to me!
GEORGE: (Snaps, then points to the coffee table) Hand me an Emory board.
(Estelle hands an Emory board to George. He takes it, then goes back to his manicure)
ESTELLE: I always talk about your hands - how they’re so soft and milky white..
FRANK: No! You never said milky white!
ESTELLE: (Getting angry) I said milky white!
Marking....
Estelle Costanza: [on the phone] Let me talk to her.
George: She wants to talk to you. [hands phone to Susan]
Susan Ross: Uh, hello?
Estelle Costanza: Congratulations!
Susan Ross: I just want you to know that I love your son very much.
Estelle Costanza: You do?
Susan Ross: Yes.
Estelle Costanza: Really?
Susan Ross: Yes.
Estelle Costanza: May I ask why?
Georie, I’m hungry.
Hold on Ma, hold on........
Did a great job on “Seinfeld.” RIP.