Elaine, sitting on the couch
near a pretentious woman.
Woman: I wonder what happened to my fiancé. I know he's here somewhere.
Ellen? Have you seen my fiancé?
Ellen: He's upstairs.
Woman: Are you going upstairs? Tell my fiancé I'm looking for him. I have
lost my fiancé, the poor baby.
Elaine: Maybe the dingo ate your baby.
Woman: What?
Elaine: The dingo ate your baby!
