the rich woman: "Oh, Lancelot! My heart hangs heavy! We shall never see young Chadwick again!!"
Lancelot (dropping monocle
in his caviar): "No!! Has he passed on?"
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.)