OWNER: China Panda.
ELAINE: Yeah, I’d like to place an order.
OWNER: Ah yes, what you like?
ELAINE: This Supreme Flounder, it says first time served in America. Is that true?
OWNER: What number?
ELAINE: Forty-seven.
OWNER: Yeah, first time. What else?
ELAINE: Uh, that’s it.
OWNER: Address?
ELAINE: Seventy-eight, West Eighty-sixth Street. Apartment three E.
OWNER: That’s southside. Sorry, we don’t deliver below Eighty-sixth.
ELAINE: I’m not below.
OWNER: Yes you are. Street itself is boundary.
ELAINE: Your guy can’t cross to my side?
OWNER: If we deliver to you, then what? Eighty-fifth Street, Wall Street, Mexico, Eighty-fourth Street.
ELAINE: Alright, fine. I’ll just cross and meet him.
OWNER: Sorry, food only for those who live within boundary. (slams down phone)
Elaine listens to the dial tone for a second. Then she pushes the redial.
OWNER: (picks up phone) China Panda.
ELAINE: (using silly voice) Uh, yeah yeah. I’d like to place an order.
OWNER: Ah, what you like?

(via The Pothole)