Elaine: [inner monologue] Where is this guy?! I hate this! I should have brought something to read... [reads sugar packet] "Cancer in laboratory animals". Huh.
Waiter: Excuse me, Elaine Benes?
Elaine: Yeah?
Waiter: An Alan Mercer called for you. He said he's sorry, but he won't be able to make it tonight. He's been stabbed.
Elaine: Stabbed?!
Waiter: More bread?