Elaine: Excuse me. Where did this come from?
Saleswoman: I don't know.
George: You really think this looks okay on me?
Saleswoman: Fabulous. Perfect fit. And it's the last one we have.
Elaine: I'm sorry. You can't tell me where the mannequin came from?
Saleswoman: I told you, I don't know.
Elaine: Well, um, is there somebody around here I could talk to who would know?
Saleswoman: Why?
Elaine: Isn't it obvious? This mannequin looks exactly like me.
[The saleswoman rolls her eyes at George about Elaine]
Elaine: Did you just roll your eyes at him? Because let me tell you something, if anybody should be rolling their eyes, it is me at him about you.
Saleswoman: I think maybe you're flattering yourself. That mannequin is wearing a $1,200 Gaultier dress.
Elaine: What are you saying, that I'm not good enough for this hideous dress? Listen, Natasha... I wouldn't be caught dead wearing your crummy little euro-trash rags.