Elaine

(worried) Brett! What is it? Is there someone outside?

Brett

Elaine, the song.

Elaine

(relieved) Oh. Oh, oh, phew. You know, for a minute there I thought it was like that urban legend about the guy with the hook who's hanging on the fender...

Brett

Elaine, could you just not talk for one minute?

Elaine

(apologetic, silently mouthed) Sorry.