Elaine

(hardly daring to ask) What about my stock options?

Peterman

I think not.

Peterman

Now, down to business. (thoughtful) I have had this vision of a diaphanous rum-runner scarf.

Elaine

Well, we could fly some fabric in from our silk factories, for about a thousand dollars a bolt.

Morty

(shocked) A thousand?! I know a coupla Chinamen over there on Forty-third Street, who'll do it for half that.