Fred: Sorry about the other night but my mother called, she couldn't find her pills. I had to go into Brooklyn to help her find her pills, and they were right there in the medicine cabinet. Could you believe that?
Elaine: Huh.
Fred: The worst part is getting from the subway station to the house. There's no transportation...
Elaine: [inner monologue] What am I doing? I'm on a date with this guy because he didn't remember me? He's demented. Listen to him.
Fred: Of course, I could have taken a cab but if my mother saw me pull up in a cab, she'd start yelling at me, "Freddy! What are taking a cab for? It's so expensive!" She's out of her mind. Eventually, you'll meet her.