Jerry: The worst part about a car breaking down, is when you're out on the road, you're a guy. Because now you have to get out and pretend like you know what you're doing. You gotta go, "All right, honey, I'm gonna go check it out.". Walk around the front, open up the hood. That's good, 'cause it obscures her view. That's the main reason you want to do that. You're looking in there, you know, you're hoping you're going to see something in there so simple, so obvious, so incredibly easy to fix, even you can handle it. Like a giant on/off switch turned off.

Jerry: So you're going out with David Putty.

Elaine: Yeah. What, is that a problem?

Jerry: Well, I think he could've asked me. He's supposed to be a friend of mine.

Elaine: Well, I guess he figured you just wouldn't care. It has been a few years.

Jerry: Elaine, you always care who an ex-girlfriend dates. You don't want it to be someone you know, and you don't want it to be someone better than you. Now, even though the latter is obviously impossible.

Elaine: Oh, god.

Jerry: The former still applies. I don't know what it is, but I just can't see you with a mechanic.

Elaine: Oh, yeah. Right, right. Well, all those mechanics do is work all day with their hands and their big, muscular arms on machines, and then they come home dripping with animal sexuality like Stanley Kowalski. What a huge turn-off that is.

Jerry: All right.

George: Look at that. They got lobster on the menu. Who would order a lobster here. I mean, do they bring a lobster in everyday hoping today's the day.

Estelle: So what if they have a lobster. Suddenly you're a shellfish connoisseur.

George: You know, I think we really need to be in front of a television set.You take T.V. out of this relationship, it is just torture.

Estelle: So, I'm getting an eye job.

George: An eye job? Ma, you don't need an eye job.

Estelle: Georgie, I'm a divorcee.

George: No, you're not a divorcee. Youre just separated. You're---you're a separatee.

Estelle: Well, I'm out there, George.

George: No, you're not out there.

Estelle: I am, too!

George: You're not out there! You can't be, because I am out there. And if I see you out there, there's not enough voltage in this world to electroshock me back into coherence!

Estelle: Well, anyway, the operation is on Tuesday and I need you to drive　me home because I'll be all drugged up.

George: Tuesday? I can't do it Tuesday. Steinbrenner needs me to run---

Estelle: This is the only time the doctor had.

George: Kramer, hey, hey!

Kramer: Hi, little buddy.

George: Come on over and sit down.

Kramer: Hey, listen, I gotta go somewhere.

George: No, you're gonna sit down, you son of a gun...

Kramer: All right, I'm sitting down. How are ya?

Estelle: So, Kramer. I'm getting an eye job.

Kramer: Oh, yeah, good for you. Hey, you have to look your best. You're out there now.

George: She's not out there!

Kramer: So, who is your doctor?

Estelle: Uh, Bakersoll.

Kramer: He's good. He's very good. He worked on this kid from Guatemala with no nose. Turned him into Ricardo Montalban.

George: Hey, Kramer, what are you doing Tuesday?

Kramer: Tuesday? Uh...

George: Why doesn't he pick you up after the operation. He's got the car with the bench seats that you like.

Estelle: Oh, I don't care.

Kramer: Yeah, I know, but I can't drive anybody anywhere until I go down to

the motor vehicle bureau, get my new plates.

George: Well, giddy-up!

Kramer: Yeah, I'm here to pick up my new plates. My name is Kramer. Cosmo Kramer.

Clerk: Kramer.... All right...

Kramer: All righty...

Clerk: Sign right here, please. 

Kramer: Alrighty. Thanks.

Assman? Oh, no, these don't belong to me. I'm not the Assman. I think there's been a mistake.

Clerk: What's your name again?

Kramer: Cosmo Kramer.

Clerk: Cosmo Kramer. You are the Assman.

Kramer: No! I'm not the Assman.

Clerk: Well, as far as the state of New York is concerned, you are.

David: How do you feel?

Elaine: Fine.

David: Something the matter?

Elaine: No.

David: Then what is it?

Elaine: No, nothing.

Jerry: Hi.

Elaine: I was with David Putty last night.

Jerry: Yeah, so.

Elaine: He did the move.

Jerry: What move?

Elaine: You know...the move.

Jerry: Wait a second. My move? David Putty used my move?

Elaine: Yes, yes.

Jerry: Are you sure?

Elaine: Jerry! There is no confusing that move with any other move.

Jerry: I can't believe it. He stole my move.

Elaine: What else did you tell him. The two of you must have had quite a little chat!

Jerry: Oh, it wasn't like that! I didn't even mention you. You know, we were in the garage. You know how garages are. They're conducive to sex talk. It's a high-testosterone area.

Elaine: Because of all the pistons and the lube jobs?

Jerry: Well, I'm going down to that garage and telling him to stop doing it.

Elaine: Well, wait---wait a second.

Jerry: What?

Elaine: Isn't that a little...rash?

Jerry: No! He stole my move!

Elaine: Yeah, but...I like the move.

Jerry: Yeah, but it's like another comedian stealing my material.

Elaine: Well, he doesn't even do it exactly the same. He--he--he uses a

pinch at the end instead of the swirl!

Jerry: Oh, yeah. The pinch. I've done the pinch. That's not new. Besides which, I don't know how you could trust any of his moves now. His whole repertoire could be lifted.

Elaine: You know, it's strange, because he's such an honest mechanic.

Jerry: I know, he's probably the only honest mechanic in New York.

Jerry: So he stole my move and he's using it on Elaine.

George: You told David Putty your move and you didn't tell me? I need a move. You know I have no moves, Jerry. Gimme a bite.

Jerry: Can I just get it opened first?

George: I can't believe you're hoarding sex moves. I'm out there rubbing two sticks together, you're walkin' around with a Zippo.

Jerry: All right, all right. Here. 

George: Oh, that's good. That's very good.

Jerry: You feel better?

George: Yeah, much better. All right, so what's the move, because I need something. This woman I'm dating, it's like she's doing her nails during
love-making.

Jerry: Nancy Klopper?

George: Yeah. Never seen anyone so bored. I'm working like a dog here. Give me a moan. Something. I'd settle for a belch, for god's sake. All right, come on, let's have it.

Jerry: All right, George. I'm gonna tell you. But I just wanna make sure, before---

George: Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's in the vault. I'm putting it in the vault.

Jerry: It's not even a question of that. The point is when something like this is passed along, one must be certain that it's going to be used in a conscientious way. This is not some parlor trick to be used---

George: You're gonna tell me...or not.

Jerry: All right. On your bed. You got a headboard? You'll need a

headboard.

George: I got a headboard.

Jerry: Is it padded?

George: No.

Jerry: Good. How tall is she?

George: Five-foot four. Why?

Jerry: You can't have more than a one-foot differential in your heights.

Otherwise, you could really hurt your neck.

George: I can't tell ya how much I appreciate this.

Jerry: George, if you could master this, you'll never be alone again.

Jerry: Now, the ending is kind of an option. I use the swirl. I like the

swirl. I'm comfortable with the swirl. I feel the swirl is a great

capper. He uses the pinch, which I find a little presumptuous.

George: Is it a clockwise swirl?

Jerry: I prefer clockwise, but it's not written in stone.

Kramer: Here you go, buddy.

Jerry: What is it?

Kramer: It's Fusilli Jerry! It's made from Fusilli pasta. See the microphone?

Jerry: When did you do this?

Kramer: In my spare time. You know, I'm working on one of you, George. I'm using ravioli. See, the hard part is to find a pasta that captures the individual.

Jerry: Oh... Why Fusilli?

Kramer: Because you're silly. Get it? Yeah...

Jerry: Well, thank you very much.

George: So, did you get your new plates?

Kramer: Oh...yeah. I got my new plates. But they mixed them up. Somebody

got mine and I got their vanity plates.

George: What do they say?

Kramer: Assman.

Jerry: Assman?

Kramer: Yeah. Assman, Jerry. I'm Cosmo Kramer, the Assman!

Jerry: Who would order a license plate that says "Assman"?

George: Maybe they're Wilt Chamberlain's.

Jerry: It doesn't have to be someone who gets a lot of women. It could be just some guy with a big ass.

Kramer: Yeah, or it could be a proctologist.

Jerry: Yeah. Proctologist.

George: Come on! No doctor would put that on his car.

Kramer: Have you ever met a proctologist? Well, they usually have a very good sense of humor. You meet a proctologist at a party, don't walk away.Plant yourself there, because you will hear the funniest stories you've ever heard. See, no one wants to admit to them that they stuck something up there. Never! It's always an accident. Every proctologist story ends in the same way: "It was a million to one shot, Doc. Million to one."

Kramer: Oh! There's my phone.

George: So, where you gonna stick this?

Jerry: I'll tell you where I'd like to stick it.

Jerry: Hey, David.

David: Oh, hi, Jerry.

Jerry: Hey, what's the story? I hear you're doing my move.

David: What move?

Jerry: What move? My move. The one I told you about. You used it on Elaine.

David: You're move? What, are you kidding? I was doing that before I knew you. All you told me about was the ending.

Jerry: The ending is the whole thing. Without the ending, it's nothing. You had nothing.

David: Oh, that ending was so obvious. I would have figured it out anyway. I didn't need you to tell me that stupid twist.

Jerry: Swirl.

David: Whatever. I don't even do it.

Jerry: Oh, yeah, I know. You do the pinch.

David: Yeah, that's right.

Jerry: You can't come up with your own stuff , so you steal other peoples? You're nothing but a hack.

David: Are you through, 'cuz, uh, I gotta get back to work.

Jerry: Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, you know. If you wanna do it out of town...okay. But not in the city.

David: All right, how about the next time your car breaks down, you take that out of town.

Jerry: Fine.

David: Good!

Nancy: Ow, George! What are you doing?

George: Uh...you

know, uh...pleasuring you.

Nancy: Well, stop it!

George: You don't like the move?

Nancy: No. I don't.

George: You're kidding.

Nancy: No, I'm not. It feels like aliens poking at my body.

George: Sorry. I'll just go back to my usual routine.

Elaine: Oh, god! Oh, god, Dave! Oh, yes! Yes!

David: No, I'm sorry.

Elaine: What?!!

David: I can't do the move.

Elaine: What?

David: Oh, he's ruined it for me.

Elaine: Oh, oh, come on, please?

David: No, he called me a hack. I'm just not into doing it anymore.

Elaine: Oh, so---so that's it?

David: I'll come up with some new stuff.

Kramer: "Call me. Thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-six. I think I have what you're looking for."

Dr. Bakersoll: I must caution you about one thing. You can't cry for at least ten day. You can ruin the operation.

Estelle: Oh, okay.

Dr. Bakersoll: Now, is someone coming to pick you up?

Estelle: Yes, my son's friend should be here any minute.

Security Guard: Can I help you?

Kramer: Ah, yeah. Doctor Cosmo Kramer. Proctology.

Security Guard: Oh, oh, okay. Sure...

Kramer: Thanks. Have a good day.

Kramer: I just can't get over how fantastic you look.

Estelle: Oh, really?

Kramer: Oh, yeah. This takes twenty years off.

Estelle: And it was all done by laser. I don't even need bandages.

Estelle: Did he say "Assman"?

Kramer: Oh, yeah.

Estelle: Oh my goodness.

Kramer: You got that straight!

Estelle: Boy. I never dreamed it could make such a difference.

Jerry: Well, you must have done something wrong. You probably screwed up the order. Did you close with the swirl?

George: You're supposed to close with the swirl?

Jerry: Oh my god. Yes, you close with the swirl. There's a progression

there. I told you to write it down.

George: Yeah, yeah, should've written it down.

Jerry: Yeah?

Buzzer: Elaine.

Jerry: C'mon up. You know what? Do me a favor. Don't even do the move anymore. You're gonna give it a bad name.

Jerry: Hello? Yeah, this is Jerry Seinfeld. What? Twenty-eight hundred dollars?!! That's the estimate on my car?!! No, don't even do anything. I'm gonna think about it. Okay, bye.

George: What's to think about? If Putty says it's what it is, it's what it is. He's not gonna cheat you.

Jerry: Except that it's not Putty.

George: What happened to Putty?

Jerry: Eh, we had a little fight about the move. I took her to this other place. I think they might be trying to screw me.

George: Well, of course they're trying to screw you. What do you think? That's what they do. They can make up anything. Nobody knows. "By the way, you need a new Johnson rod in there." "Oh, a Johnson rod. Yeah, well, you better put one of those on."

Jerry: Hey, Elaine.

Elaine: Yeah, yeah, hello.

Jerry: Is it something I said?

Elaine: Yes! As a matter of fact! David Putty won't do the move anymore.

Jerry: Really?

Elaine: Oh, he's come up with some other move. You should see this thing.

Jerry: What is it?

Elaine: Oh, it's a lot of just fancy-shmancy stuff. You know what it's

like? It's like a big budget movie with a story that goes nowhere.

Jerry: Huh.

Elaine: I mean, this move is no good, Jerry. It's just taking up a lot of my time. And I...will not stand by and allow him to perform this move on me, when a perfectly good move is just sitting in the barn doing nothing!

George: Let me ask you a question. This new move. Is there a knuckle involved in any way?

Elaine: Yes. As a matter of fact, there is.

George: I think that's mine.

Elaine: I'm not surprised.

Jerry: Listen. I need you to do me a favor. When's the next time you're gonna see him?

Elaine: Why?

Jerry: You gotta get an estimate on my car from him. I think this garage is trying to screw me.

Elaine: An estimate? How am I supposed to do that?

Jerry: Well, look. Here's the work order with everything that broke. Just kind of bring it up at the right time and find out.

Elaine: What? What is this?

Jerry: Oh, that's, uh, Fusilli Jerry.

Elaine: Fusilli Jerry?

Jerry: Yeah. Kramer made it.

George: All right, listen, I'll see you guys later.

Jerry: Hey, Assman!

Kramer: Hey, well, this is Sally.

Sally: Hello.

Jerry: Hi.

Elaine: Hi.

Kramer: Shall we go?

Sally: Okay. 

Estelle: You can't face the fact that I'm improving myself.

Frank: You're not the only one improving yourself. I worked out with a dumbbell yesterday. I feel vigorous.

Estelle: Just take your mail and go home. I have things to do.

Frank: I got things to do, too.

Estelle: Don't upset me! I can't cry!

Frank: Getting an eye job like some Manhattanite, huh?

Estelle: Well, it's already working. Kramer made a pass at me.

Frank: Kramer made a pass at you? You're crazy.

Estelle: I'm not crazy. He stopped short and made a grab.

Frank: He stopped short? That's my move. I'm gonna kill him!

Elaine: Hey, let me ask you a question.

David: Sure.

Elaine: What do you charge for blown shocks?

David: What?

Elaine: Two, three hundred?

David: I don't know. Maybe five hundred.

Elaine: Ah.

Elaine: What about a bad gasket?

David: Bad gasket?

Elaine: Yeah. Like a terrible gasket.

David: What is all this?

Elaine: Nothing, nothing. I'm just taking an interest in what you...do.

David: What kind of car is it?

Elaine: Oh...any kind of---of a Swedish car.

David: All together, that could run about sixteen hundred.

Elaine: Oh.

Elaine: Is that with the parts and labor?

David: Uh-huh.

Elaine: Hmm.

Elaine: Oh, no. No, David. No, please. Not the knuckle....

Nancy: Well, that was...great. I mean...wow.

George: It just came to me.

Nancy: I mean I've never in my life have---have I---. What was that?

George: You mean in the end?

Nancy: Uh-huh.

George: A counter-clockwise swirl.

Nancy: What's that?

George: What?

Nancy: On---on your hand? Let me see what's on your hand.

George: Nothing. I don't know...just a little dirt.

Nancy: Give me that. I wanna see what's on your hand.

Nancy: Number one. Take her leg.... Oh, my god! Crib notes? You've got crib notes?!!

George: It's a very complicated move! I couldn't remember it all.

Nancy: Oh, my god, you're sick.

George: You know, it's not the S.A.T.s!

Frank: Assman? I'll get him, Assman!

Jerry: Sixteen hundred dollars? That's all? Ooh, they are ripping me off.

Elaine: So what are you going to do?

Jerry: Well, that's it. I'm going back to Putty. No move is worth this.

Elaine: Oh! You mean you don't care if he does the move anymore?

Jerry: Are you kidding? He can do every move I've ever done! Do you know what a good mechanic is worth? You can't compare that to sex.

Jerry: Hi, Mr. Constanza. What's uh...?

Frank: Where's your friend Kramer?

Jerry: I don't know. Why?

Frank: Because I'm looking for him. That's why. He stopped short.

Jerry: What do you mean?

Frank: In a car, with my wife. He stopped short. You think I don't know what that's about? That's my old move! I used it on Estelle forty years ago! I told everybody about it! Everybody knows! Hmmph! I stopped short.

Jerry: Really, stopping short. That's a good move.

Frank: You're not kidding it's a good move!

Kramer: Hey.

Jerry: Hey.

Kramer: Hey, Frank.

Frank: Don't Frank me! I know what you did. How dare you stop short with my wife!

Kramer: C'mon, Frank, relax. I don't even know what you're talking about.

Frank: You think I don't know, Assman?!! To think I almost split the profits on the Manssierre with you.

Kramer: Bro.

Frank: Manssierre!

Kramer: Bro!

Frank: Manssierre! You...!

Frank: Aah!!!

Jerry: Oh, my god!

Jerry: If I wasn't there, I wouldn't have believed it.

Elaine: Me either.

George: They say this guy's the best.

Jerry: He had to use cork-screw pasta.

Kramer: Jerry. Jerry, come here. Take a look at this.

Kramer: The name on the boat. Look at it.

Jerry: Assman!

Kramer: Yeah, he's the Assman! Jerry,

he's the Assman!

Doctor: Which one is the son?

George: I am.

Doctor: Ah. I'm Doctor Cooperman. I just want you to know that this won't take long. And he's going to be fine.

Kramer: Yeah, excuse me, uh... You didn't by any chance recently get the wrong license plates?

Dr. Cooperman: Yes. I'm still waiting for the motor vehicle bureau to straighten it out.

Kramer: So...you're the Assman.

Frank: It was a million to one shot, Doc. Million to one.

Estelle: Where have you been?!! You were supposed to fix the stove! I've been waiting for hours!

Frank: I fell on some Fusilli.

Estelle: Fusilli?

Frank: You know, the corkscrew pasta. It was a Fusilli Jerry. It got stuck in me. Had to go to the proctologist.

Estelle: The proctologist? Are you okay?

Frank: Yeah.

Estelle: Oh, I was so worried.

George: Ma, don't cry!

Estelle: Oh, I can't help it!

George: Ma, your eyes!

Estelle: Oh!