Helena the rich woman: "Oh, Lancelot! My heart hangs heavy! We shall never see young
Lancelot (dropping monocle in his caviar): "No!! Has he passed on?"
Helena the rich woman: "Worse, dearest one! He has moved to... (30 second pause) INDIANOPLACE!!!!"
(Both gasp in terror. Organ music. A guy in overalls shucks
corn in the distance ominously.)