Elaine

(into phone) Yuh, I'd like an order of supreme flounder, number forty-seven. Yeah, apartment one-Q.

Jerry

One-Q? Whose apartment is that?

Elaine

That's the janitor closet, across the street.

Jerry

You're pretending to live in a janitor's closet, just to get this flounder?

Elaine

It's better than eating it alone in the restaurant, like some loser.