J. Peterman: Elaine! You found the clubs. That's wonderful news. Where are they?
Elaine: Yep. Let me get them for you, Mr. Peterman.
J. Peterman: Oh, I'll be inaugurating them this weekend, with none other than Ethel Kennedy. A woman whose triumph in the face of tragedy is exceeded only by her proclivity to procreate.
[Elaine places the bag of wrecked golf clubs down in front of Mr. Peterman]
Elaine: The, uh... The letter of authenticity's in the side pocket there.
J. Peterman: Elaine. I never knew Kennedy had such a temper.
Elaine: Oh. Oh yeah. The only thing worse was his slice. [nervous laugh]
J. Peterman: See you on Monday.
Elaine: Have a good game.