Seinfeld1989

Jerry Seinfeld:
[as Elaine walks up, disheveled] Sleeping in the caragain?

Elaine Benes:
Cocktail flu.

Jerry Seinfeld:
[Remembering] Oh, right. The big party...

George Costanza:
You, uh, didn't dance again, did you?

Elaine Benes:
No, I found a better way to humiliate myself. There was this guy, and we had a few too many...

George Costanza:
You went home with him?

Elaine Benes:
Worse. We made out at the table like our plane was going down!

Jerry Seinfeld:
[Rubbing it in] Ah, the drunken make-out. An office classic. Did you end up xeroxing anything?

Elaine Benes:
[Gives Jerry a look] Do you know how embarrassing this is to someone in my position?

Jerry Seinfeld:
What's your position?

Elaine Benes:
*I* am an *associate*.

George Costanza:
Hey, me too.

[Waitress walks up]

Waitress:
Yeah, me too.

Elaine Benes:
Oh God. Why did I do this? Now I'm the office skank.

George Costanza:
Well, unless you tell everybody you're dating.

Elaine Benes:
Ooh... right. 'Cause if we're dating, what everyone saw was just a beautiful moment between two lovers.

Jerry Seinfeld:
As opposed to a spirited bout of Skanko-Roman wrestling.

Elaine Benes:
Ooh, bravo.