Puddy and J Peterman.
[Elaine's hallway. The door opens, Puddy steps out in his bathrobe. There's a newspaper in front of the door across from Elaine's.]
PUDDY: Elaine, they forgot to deliver your paper today. Why don't you just grab that one.
ELAINE: 'Cause that belongs to Mr. Potato Guy, that's his.
PUDDY: C'mon, get it.
ELAINE: Well if you want it, you get it.
PUDDY: Sorry, thou shalt not steal.
ELAINE: Oh, but it's ok for me?
PUDDY: What do you care, you know where you're going.
ELAINE: Alright, that is it! I can't live like this.
PUDDY: Nah.
ELAINE: C'mon.
PUDDY: Alright, what did I do?
ELAINE: David, I'm going to hell! The worst place in the world! With devils and those caves and the ragged clothing! And the heat! My god, the heat! I mean, what do you think about all that?
PUDDY: Gonna be rough.
ELAINE: Uh, you should be trying to save me!
PUDDY: Don't boss me! This is why you're going to hell.
ELAINE: I am not going to hell and if you think I'm going to hell, you should care that I'm going to hell even though I am not.
PUDDY: You stole my Jesus fish, didn't you?
ELAINE: Yeah, that's right!
(Elaine places her hands beside her head, index fingers raised as 'horns' and she emits a gutteral growling sound.)
