Elaine

(answers the phone) Hello, Mr. Peterman, how are you feeling?

Peterman

Elaine, I'll be blunt. I'm burnt out. I'm fried. My mind is as barren as the surface of the moon. I can run that catalog no longer.

Elaine

What? Well, who's gonna do it?

Peterman

What about you?

Elaine

Me? Why me?