Auctioneer

Sixty-five hundred to the dark-haired person on the right. We are at sixty-five hundred, do I hear sixty-six hundred?

Auctioneer

The president's own golf clubs. Leisure life at Camelot. Sixty-five hundred going once...

Ellen

Eight thousand.

Auctioneer

Eight thousand. We have eight thousand. The bid is now eight thousand dollars.

Elaine

(to Jerry) What is she doing? She's starting in on the bidding now? (to Auctioneer) Eighty-five hundred!