Seinfeld George: I didn't get any bread.
Soup Nazi: Bread, two dollars extra.
George: But everybody in front of me got free bread.
Soup Nazi: You want bread?
George: Yes.
Soup Nazi: THREE dollars!
George: What?!
Soup Nazi: No soup for you!

Seinfeld Elaine: Hello.
Soup Nazi: You. You think you can get soup? Please. You're wasting everyone's time.
Elaine: I don't want soup. I can make my own soup. "Five cups chopped Porcine mushrooms, half a cup of olive oil, three pounds celery."
Soup Nazi: [aghast] That is my recipe for wild mushroom [tries to grab the recipe].
Elaine: Yeah, that's right. I got 'em all. Cold cucumber, corn and crab chowder, mulligatawny..
Soup Nazi: Mulliga... tawny?
Elaine: You're through, Soup Nazi. Now pack it up. No more soup for you. NEXT!

Seinfeld Elaine: Has anyone ever told you you look exactly like Al Pacino? You know, Scent of A Woman? Who-ah! Who-ah!
Soup Nazi: Very good. Very good.
Elaine: Well, I—
Soup Nazi: You know something?
Elaine: Hmmm?
Soup Nazi: No soup for you!
Elaine: What?
Soup Nazi: Come back one year! Next!

Supernatural Dean: Please be tomato soup, please be tomato soup. [Finds eyeballs in the soup] Motel Hell.

Mock the Week Andy Parsons: Cup-a-soup: Just add soup.

Drawn Together Clara: Do you want a bowl of chicken soup?
Wooldoor: Soup?! F**K YEAH! I LOVE THAT SH*T!

Mighty Boosh, The Vince: Howard? Do you think it's going to be all right?
Howard: No. We're going to die in the most horrific way known to man.
Vince: We had some good times though, didn't we?
Howard: Yeah... Remember the time we had that soup?
Vince: [Laughs] That was brilliant.
Both: Soup, soup, a tasty soup, soup, a spicy carrot and coriander.
Vince: Chili chowder!
Both: Crouton, crouton, crunchy friends in a liquid broth. I am gazpacho, oh, I am a summer soup, oh! Miso, miso! Fighting in the dojo, miso, miso! Oriental prince in the land of soup!
Vince: Ah, classic times.
Howard: Crazy days.

Monk [Monk is in bed and Natalie brings him some soup.]
Monk: I see letters!
Natalie: It's alphabet soup.

Seinfeld Hoyt: State your name.
Soup Nazi: Yev Kassem.
Hoyt: Could you spell that?
Soup Nazi: No! Next question.

Venture Bros., The Phantom Limb: Revenge, like gazpacho soup, is a dish best served cold, precise, and merciless.
The Monarch: Yeah, yeah, you can never have enough precision in your soup...