Jerry: You kept making all the stops?
Cosmo Kramer: Well, people kept ringing the bell.

 

I'm a man who respects a good coma

 

I'm gonna hire you as my latex salesman? I don't think so.

 

:dejavu:

:apparently:

 

Sex to SAVE the friendship. Well if we have to, we have to

 

I'm not a lesbian. I hate men, but I'm not a lesbian.

 

Cosmo: Why does Radio Shack ask for your phone number when you buy batteries? I don't know.

 

The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.

 

Jerry.
George, Marla.
Marla.
George. Jerry, Stacy.
Stacey.
Jerry.
George, Stacy.
Stacy.
George.
George.
Jerry... Marla... Stacy!

 

Kramer goes to a fantasy camp? His whole life is a fantasy camp. People should plunk down $2000 to live like him for a week. Sleep, do nothing, fall ass-backwards into money, mooch food off your neighbors and have sex without dating... THAT'S a fantasy camp.