Elaine: Mr. Pitt, you have got to stop staring at that poster!
Mr. Pitt: I see something that could be a spaceship. Is it round? Is it pointy?
Elaine: [takes poster, smashes it] No, you don't see it, and you're never going to see it! [grabs Pitt by the lapels] Mr. Pitt, you have to meet with the shareholders, you have to leave now. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?!
Mr. Pitt: Hmm. My godness. what's happened to me? [straightens lapels] When's the meeting?
Elaine: In about twenty minutes.
Mr. Pitt: Oh! [puts ink-stained finger to mouth, leaving a Hitler-style moustache] Do I have time to change?
Elaine: Um, no.
Mr. Pitt: Well, excuse me, I'd better get straight over there.
Elaine: Uh, Mr. Pitt...
Mr. Pitt: Yes?
Elaine: Um, there's a just... [points at her own upper lip]
Mr. Pitt: [sees Elaine's hands covered in ink] Is that ink?
Elaine: No.