Morty

You sell clothes here, don't you?

Elaine

Yeah.

Morty

Well, I sold raincoats in the garment centre for thirty-eight years. In nineteen forty-nine...

Elaine

(interrupting) Alright. Alright, alright. You come in tomorrow, we'll find something for you to do.

Morty

You won't regret this, Miss Benes. What time should I be in? I get up at four, I could be here as early as four twenty-five.