Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, right. Yeah, it's Sunday.

It's all ruined.

- Hey, you Gack? - Yeah.

You got rooked, buddy.

- Should I get you a box? - If they're cheap, why not?

Thanks very much, and here's something extra...

And three times a week I will require a hot chocolate with marshmallows

Thanks for nothing.

I catch you, I'm killing you, Costanza!

That is not a bad idea. What about this?

Costanza, how come these clothes smell like calzones?

- To the door? - Yeah.

You’re watching Seinfeld on NBC Your Watching The Tigger Movie on Disney

You got a little junk on your lip, by the way.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Don't come back again, ever.

His Green dot is on

And a large soda.

Big Stein wants an eggplant calzone. He must have one.

I mean, Dustin Hoffman in Star Wars?

- This is Elaine. - Hello.

What the hell is this?

- Number 49. - You know, my last name is Costanza.

It's like trying to smoke a chicken bone.

Smells like a Reichstag fire.

Who are you having dinner with?

They're nice people. I thought you'd like them.

- What? - No, nothing.

I haven't had a pimple since I was 18. I don't care if you believe me.

Well, nice doing business with you. Do come again.

If he doesn't ask you out, he doesn't get rejected.

Alright, enjoy, reno?

I got the calzones, Mr. Steinbrenner.

I decided to go with the brown ones.

I was thinking, if we extend the doors all the way down to the floor-

What kind of a name is case anyway?

- Wait, what happened to Newman? - He called in sick.