Outside on the street. Jerry and Elaine walking toward each other.

Elaine: Hey, I did it.

Jerry: What?

Elaine: I turned him. He defected.

Jerry: Get out! (pushes Elaine) How? How did you do that?

Elaine: Because I'm a *woman*. (swiveling her hips)

Ba-ba-ba-boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom.

Jerry: Elaine, do you know what you've done? You've give hope to every woman who's ever said "Too bad he's gay".

Elaine: Well it's a lesson for the kids out there. Anything's possible. Jeromy, I have *hit* the jackpot. The perfect man. Nothing but sex and shopping.



At Jerry's apartment.

Jerry: He went back? What do you mean he went back?

Elaine: He went back.

Jerry: I don't understand it. You were having such a great time, the sex, the shopping.

Elaine: Well here's the thing. Being a woman, I only really have access to the, uh... equipment, what, thirty, forty-five minutes a week. And that's on a good week. How can I be expected to have the same expertise as people who *own* this equipment, and have access to it twenty-four hours a day, their entire lives.

Jerry: You can't. That's why they lose very few players.

Elaine: Yeah, I guess I never really stood a chance.

Jerry: Well there's always a place for you, on our team.

Elaine: Yeah. (teary-eyed) Thanks. Is Melrose Place on?