Happy importing of birthday!

yer fired.

From what I understand he's in the import/export business.

ELAINE: Okay, alright. What's his name? Who is he?



GEORGE: (after a moment's thought) Art Vandelay.



ELAINE: (incredulity) Art Vandelay? This is my boyfriend?



GEORGE: That's your boyfriend.



ELAINE: What does he do?



GEORGE: He's an importer.



ELAINE: Just imports? No exports?



GEORGE: (getting irritated) He's an importer-exporter. Okay?



ELAINE: Okay. So, I'm dating Art Vandelay. What is the problem we're discussing?



GEORGE: (thoughtful) Yes. Yes.



ELAINE: (sighs) Yi-yi-yi.



(Elaine and George go into another bout of deep thought.)



ELAINE: Ah! (explaining, with hand gestures) How 'bout this? How about, he's thinking of quitting the exporting, and just focussing in on the importing. And this is causing a problem, because, why not do both?



(Elaine finishes with an expectant smile. George looks skeptical, and Elaine seems offended again.)



ELAINE: (irked) Oh, what? You don't like that suggestion either?



GEORGE: It's very complicated.



ELAINE: (definitely irritated) You know, it seems to me that it's all you, and none of my ideas are getting in. You know, I mean, you just know it all and I am Miss Stupid. Right?



(George avoids Elaine's gaze, looking down.)