Elaine

Huh?

Peterman

I know what you're going through. I too once fell under the spell of opium. It was 1979. I was travelling the Yangtzee in search of a Mongolian horsehair vest. I had got to the market after sundown, all of the clothing traders had gone, but a different sort of trader still lurked about. 'Just a taste,' he said. That was all it took.

Elaine

Mr. Peterman, I don't know what's going on here. I am not addicted to anything.

Peterman

Oh, Elaine. The toll road of denial is a long and dangerous one. The price? Your soul. Oh, and by the way, you have til' 5:00 to clear out your desk. You're fired.

Helen

All they serve is chicken?