Wendy: So, who's that friend of yours? That guy that came in.
Elaine: Oh, Kramer.
Wendy: Yeah. Does he have a girlfriend?
Elaine: You wanna go out with him?
Wendy: Well, why not?
Elaine: Well, it's just that... uh, I don't...
Wendy: What, is there anything wrong with him?
(Elaine stares off for awhile)
Elaine: I'm just thinking about the question.
Receptionist: Oh, hi. Mister Costanza, we were trying to get in touch with you. Wendy can't make her appointment.
George: What do you mean?
Receptionist: She had some personal affair she had to attend to. I left a message on your machine. You didn't get it?
George: When did you leave the message?
Receptionist: Few hours ago.
George: (pointedly) Oh, I'm sorry, I require twenty-four hours notice for a cancellation. Now, as I see it, you owe me seventy-five dollars.
Receptionist: Look, Mister Costanza...
George: Will that be cash or check?
(George gives an exaggerated wink)