I would read and write before I ever drew the shades. I would kiss you before you opened up your eyes. Birds build their homes right above my head. They make the same kinds of sounds you do When we’re laying in my bed.
100 ways. I’ve thought about you and me a hundred ways.
Jerry:So, you uh, going with me to the auto show with me Saturday?
Jerry:Can you bring my mail then?
Elaine:I picked up his mail while he was on the road
George:Why didn't Kramer pick it up?
Jerry:Cause he's at that baseball fantasy camp in Florida.
George:Oh yeah, right. When's he coming back?
Jerry:Monday, I think.
George:Kramer goes to a fantasy camp. His whole life is a fantasy camp. People should plunk down two-thousand dollars to live like him for a week. Do nothing, fall ass-backwards into money, mooch food off your neighbors and have sex without dating; that's a fantasy camp.