[A disheveled Elaine enters the apartment still wearing her coat over her nightie]
Elaine: I never knew I could drive like that. I was going faster than I've ever gone before, and yet, it all seemed to be happening in slow motion. I was seeing three and four moves ahead, weaving in and out of lanes like an Olympic skier on a gold metal run. I knew I was challenging the very laws of physics. At Queens Boulevard, I took the shoulder. At Jewel Avenue, I used the median. I had it. I was there! And then... I hit the Van Wyck. They say no one's ever beaten the Van Wyck, but gentlemen, I tell you this: I came as close as anyone ever has. And if it hadn't been for that five-car-pile-up on Rockaway Boulevard, that numskull would be on a plane for Seattle right now instead of looking for a parking space downstairs.