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.

Elaine

Uhm...

Peterman

(upbeat) Oh, Elaine, this dry air is curing me like a Black Forest ham.

Elaine

(stunned) Mr Peterman. You're back.