Jerry (to George, at Monks): Seems Elaine has made you the bad boy---and Anna DIGS the bad boy...
George (after thinking about this and beginning to smile with amused acceptance): I'm the bad boy! --- I've never been the bad boy!...
Jerry: You've been the bad employee, the bad son, the bad friend...
George: Yes.....yes, yes...
Jerry: The bad fiance, the bad dinner guest, the bad credit risk...
George: OKAY! The point is made...
Jerry: The bad date, the bad sport, the bad citizen...
George then gets up to leave...
Jerry, pointing to "George's side of the table: The bad tipper!
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Elaine, showing Jerry her weird-colored nail polish: It's Toxic Waste Green!
Jerry: That is disgusting!
Elaine: Revultion has become a valid form of attraction!
Jerry: Well then you're driving me wild.
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Kramer's elation at the news that Jerry just got two tickets to Death Blow: Ohhhhh---Mamasita!!!
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After watching George raid the appetizer tray, "the blonde" (Anna) said to him: I don't recall seeing you around the office---do you work in the mailroom?
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Jerry: Elaine DANCED?!?!
George: It was more like a full body dry heave set to music...
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Jerry: You make me get a ticket for this friend of yours and then he forces me to bootleg a movie at gunpoint...!!...
Kramer: He's quite a character, isn't he?
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When the bootlegger was impressed with Jerry's "work" he gave him another "gig"---
Jerry: I'm not doing this!
Kramer: But you have a gift! Look, Jerry, this is not your little comedy act, we're talking feature films here!
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Elaine starts to do that "dance" in Jerry's apartment and Kramer, who has never seen her do it before, freaks and tries to stop her---
Elaine: What?
Kramer then mimics her.
Elaine: That's dancing!!
Kramer: No, no---that ain't dancin', Sally...
Elaine: I dance fine!!
Kramer: ...........You stink!!
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George: I'm a bootlegger!!
Anna: Well, isn't that illegal?
George: I could do hard time for this one, baby----AND community service!
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Frank Costanza (entering the police station where George has been arrested for bootlegging): Okay, WHERE'S MY BOY???
George (kinda under his breath): Oh my God...
Frank: I;m sitting at home, reading a periodical, and THIS is the call I get?!---My son is a BOOTLEGGA!!? (He them smacks George in the forehead with his palm)
George:Owwww! Dad....
Frank: Who put you up to this?! WAS IT HER??!!
Elaine: Alright, wait a minute---I think you got it bacward...
Frank: My George isn't clever enough to hatch a scheme like this...
Elaine: You got THAT right!...
Frank: What the hell does that mean?...
Elaine: It means whatever you want it to mean...
Frank: You saying you want a piece of me??
Elaine: I could drop you like a bag of dirt!
Frank: You wanna piece of me?....YOU GOT IIIIITTTTTT!!!!
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(Of course, the words don't do the scenes justice--- you've gotta add Kramer's quirkiness, Elaine's bitchiness, Jerry's sarcasm, George's insecurities and Franks couthlessness!