Jerry: Ta-da! [silence] It's a cigar store Indian. [to Elaine] Read the card.
Elaine: [uncomfortable] That's very nice. Thank you very much.
Jerry: Read it out loud.
Elaine: I, I don't think so.
Jerry: We had a little fight this afternoon. "Let's bury the hatchet. We smokeem peace pipe."
Winona: Hey, you know, it's late. I really should go. [exits]
Elaine: I, uh, I don't blame you Winona. I, uh.
[Jerry begins rocking the figure back and forth, while chanting in a stereotypical way]
Elaine: Are you out of your mind?!
Jerry: ...ho-ah. It's, it's, it's kitschy.
Elaine: Winona is a Native American.
Jerry: She is?