Jerry: Sleeping in the car again?
Elaine: Cocktail flu.
Jerry: Oh, right. The big party.
George: You, uh, didn't dance again, did you?
Elaine: No, I found a better way to humiliate myself. There was this guy, and we had a few too many..
George: You went home with him?
Elaine: Worse. We made out at the table like our plane was going down.