A minor

Yesterday, Hollie and I cheated and bought each other a Christmas present together; well, actually, I cheated, since I'm the one who opened it last night. Seinfeld on DVD, Season 3, on sale for $28 at Target - how how could I resist? So this afternoon I'm watching an episode that I've somehow never seen before, and the former Latin major in me was compelled to post the following conversation (with thanks to seinfeldscripts.com/TheCafe.html).

Intercom: It's George.
Jerry: Come on up.
Elaine: Casus belli.
Jerry: What's that?
Elaine: It's Latin. I read it in some book. I don't know, I just wanted to say it out loud.
[Elaine sniffs around.]
George: I'm wearing some cologne, all right?
Elaine: Sure, fine.
Jerry: Casus belli.
Elaine: Casus belli.
George: What's that?
Elaine: Since when do you wear cologne?
George: Why is what I do is so important? Why must I be always the vocal point of attention? Let me just be; let me live.
Jerry: Hey, how did you do on that IQ test?
George: I didn't take it yet.
Elaine: What IQ test?
George: What's casus belli?
Jerry: Oh, it's nothing...
George: Is it about me?
Jerry: Why must you always be the vocal point of attention? Why can't you just be? Why can't you live?
Elaine: It's just a Latin phrase George; it does not mean anything.