Ohhh, I'm exhausted. I've been on this street a thousand times! It's never looked so strange! The faces...so cold! In the distance, a child is crying. Fatherless...a bastard child, perhaps. My back aches...my heart aches...but my feet...my feet are resilient! (Thank God I took off my heels, and put on my...HIMALAYAN WALKING SHOES!
While talking to herself, Elaine accidentally writes copy for the J. Peterman catalog.