Izzy

(agonised) Ah! My back. Ugh.

Izzy

(drawn out) Aaaahh.

Sid

Somebody, call an ambulance.

Morty

(unpanicked) There's already an ambulance here for Mrs Glickman. There's room for one more.

Elaine

(handing over her money) Okay, one for Sack Lunch. (taking the ticket) It's good, right? (smiling) Yeah, good.