Oh well . . .
I appreciate your sacrifice on behalf of the rest of us.
I recommend baking, if it is an issue of posteriors. :-)
Elaine: Oh. So, you're pretty religious?
Puddy: That's right.
Elaine: So is it a problem that I'm not really religious?
Puddy: Not for me.
Elaine: Why not?
Puddy: I'm not the one going to hell.
New scene.
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.
Say, as long as you're going that way, would you do me a favor? My Great Great Uncle Clem was a stagecoach robber and gigolo who was hung by his neck until dead dead dead in 1880s Arkansas. He probably lives in the fourth circle of Hell - you'll be able to tell his house because of all the empty Old Crow bottles in the front yard.
So if you would, give old Clem a call when you get there and ask him where in the sam hill he buried that box of double eagles he got out of that last stage robbery he pulled. I'd appreciate it ever so much.
Are you feeling warm yet.
Mmmmmmm...fried Admin Moderator...
- Homer J. Simpson
Be sure to send us a postcard when you get there!