Wilhelm

George! George, get a hold of yourself!

George

Mr.Wilhelm...

Wilhelm

What's the matter with you?!

George

Well I-I...

Elaine

(thinking and typing) It was a cold winter's night in Timbuktu... (hits the keyboard) Oh! This stinks! (grabs a Himalayan walking shoe and starts squeezing it for inspiration) Oh, come on... come on...!...God! (quits)