Elaine: [inner monologue] Oh, I'm exhausted. I've been on this street a thousand times! It's never looked so strange! The faces, so cold! In the distance, a child is crying. Fatherless. A bastard child, perhaps. My back aches. My heart aches. But my feet, [looks down] my feet are resilient! [smiles] Thank God I took off my heels, and put on my Himalayan walking shoes. [lifts arms in victory]