Jerry: What's the matter with you?
Elaine: Nothing. Except that a bird ran into my giant freak-head.
Jerry: What giant freak-head?
Elaine: The one that sits atop my disproportionately puny body. I'm a walking candy apple!
Jerry: So, it's actually gotten to you? You're playing right into his hands.
Elaine: What? Yeah, you're right! All I have to do is call him up, and sit down with him, and show him that it doesn't bother me. You know, laugh it off. Or jam a fork into his forehead.
Jerry: Either way.