Elaine: [inner monologue] Boy, I'm really sweating. Good sweat, beads of sweat, sweating bullets. Look at her. I don't need to see her naked to know those aren't real. Why does she need to tie the towel around her? She's got a rack on her chest. Oh, God! Sidra's taking the towel off! Whoa, doctor! That's it, I knew it! I knew it, they're definitely fake.