Dugan: I pressed through the rushes and there, the native dancers whirled before me: limbs flailing, arms akimbo, feet kicking up dust... [all laugh]
Elaine: What? What is so funny?
Anna: [enters] Sorry, I got hung up.
Elaine: At Yankee Stadium?
Anna: This? It's mine.
Elaine: Oh, really? Because it looks a little big for you. It looks like something a short, stocky, slow-witted, bald man might wear.