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!
"Gold Jerry, that's gold!"
George: Look at that. They got lobster on the menu. Who would order a lobster here. I mean, do they bring a lobster in everyday hoping *todays* the day.
Estelle: So what if they have a lobster. Suddenly you’re a shell-fish connoisseur.
George: You know, I think we really need to be in front of a television set. You take T.V. out of this relationship, it is *just* torture.
Estelle: So, I’m getting an eye job.
RIP Estelle. Don’t make my cry.