Kramer: You know you’re not supposed to brush your teeth for 24 hours before you go to the dentist. Jerry: I think you’re thinking of ‘You’re not supposed to eat 24 hours before surgery.’ Kramer: Oh, you gotta eat before surgery. You need your strength.
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Gregg Kavet
Gregg Kavet is a writer and director who worked on NBC's Seinfeld for several seasons with collaborator Andy Robin. The team wrote episodes including "The Jimmy", "The Hot Tub", "The Caddy", "The Bottle Deposit", "The Fatigues", "The Comeback", "The Nap", and "The Slicer". The Fatigues won the 1997 Writers Guild of America Award for best television comedy. 2Biography Kavet and Robin wrote and directed the feature film Live Free or Die. This independent film won the Jury Prize for best narrative at the 2006 South By Southwest Film Festival and was awarded the Jury Prize in New American Cinema at the 2006 Seattle International Film Festival. They also wrote the 2005 Simon Spotlight book Saving Face, a humorous guide to awkward social situations. Kavet grew up in Wayland, Massachusetts, attending Wayland High School and Harvard University. He currently lives in Los Angeles. 2Work on Seinfeld All written in collaboration with Andy Robin, unless otherwise note
You know that just admitting a man is handsome doesn't necessarily make you a homosexual.
Well, let’s see what I have today. Darn it. It's ham and cheese again and she forgot the fancy mustard. I told her I like that fancy mustard. You could put that fancy mustard on a shoe and it would taste pretty good to me. Oh! She made it up with a cupcake, though. Hey look at this. You know, I got…
Jimmy’s gonna get you, Kramer! Hands off Jimmy! Don’t touch Jimmy! Let go of Jimmy!
Cold showers? They're for psychotics.
Oh, we all get a little cuckoo sometimes, George. I used to be like you. Rating personnel ’tll they cried, calling managers on the field during a game, threatening to move the team to New Jersey, just to upset people. Then I found a way to relax. I've got two words to say to you, George: hot tub.
You tell that son of a bitch no Yankee is ever comin' to Houston! Not as long as you bastards are running things.
Yeah! That's how they talk. You know, everyone's either a bastard or a son of a bitch. Yeah, it's like, uh, ‘Boy, that son of a bitch Boggs can really hit, uh?!’
Ohhh, I'm exhausted. I've been on this street a thousand times! It's never looked so strange! The faces...so cold! In the distance, a child is crying. Fatherless...a bastard child, perhaps. My back aches...my heart aches...but my feet...my feet are resilient! (Thank God I took off my heels, and put…
I always look annoyed. Yeah, when you look annoyed all the time, people think that you're busy.
That's totally inappropriate. It's lewd, lascivious, salacious, outrageous.
That's the bra I gave her, she's wearing it as a top! The woman is walking around in broad daylight with nothing but a bra on. She's a menace to society.
Here's what I wanna do. I wanna overhaul the entire engine. But it's gonna take a major commitment from you. You're gonna have to keep it under sixty miles an hour for a while. You gotta come in, and you gotta get the oil changed every thousand miles.
I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm a US postal worker and my mail truck was just ambushed by a band of backwoods mail-hating survivalists.
Yeah, don't worry, Jerry. We're right on this guy like stink on a monkey.
What about drugs? You doing some of that crack cocaine? You on the pipe?
It seems that a psychotic mechanic has absconded with my friend's car.
Listen, that registration may have your name on it, Jerry. But this engine's running on my sweat and my blood.
It's a hot night. The mind races. You think about your knife; the only friend who hasn't betrayed you, the only friend who won't be dead by sun-up. Sleep tight, mates, in your quilted Chambray nightshirts.
Your meatloaf is mushy, your salmon croquettes are oily, and your eggplant parmesan is a disgrace to this house!