George: You told him? What did you tell him?
Elaine: I did a number on him. It was a thing of beauty. You really had to have been there to appreciate it.
George: I don't believe it. what did you say?
Elaine: I told him a pack of teenagers in a convertible were terrorizing us and they followed us into the city.
George: A pack of teenagers?
Elaine: Yeah, by the time I got to the end of the story, he was to relieved that we were alive he couldn't care less about the car.
George: You are a genius. It's as simple as that.
Elaine: What can I say, you know? It's a gift. I only wish I could teach it but, you know it's inborn.