The afterlife, maybe.

Peter: Hey there, Moishe.

Moses: Hey, Pete. How is it hanging?

Peter: Not bad at all. Hey, can you take a look at this one? I think he is one of yours.

Moses: No, I don't think so. Definitely not.

Peter: Pretty sure he is, Moishe. Don't you get all the -steins?

Moses: Come on, Pete. Not all -steins are Jewish. Ever heard of David Eckstein? Baseball player.

Peter: Not a fan of baseball.

Moses: Well, when he gets here, don't send him to me. He is all yours.

Peter: Come on, Moishe! I don't know about Eckstein, but this EPSTEIN is yours. I checked.

Moses: Shit.

Peter: Language, Moishe!

Moses: Motherfucking shit. He IS one of us, isn't he? What the fuck are we gonna do?

Peter: You're gonna have to process him?

Moses: Process him? We don't process anyone, Pete. It's just an eternity of nothingness for us Jews. If you've been good: nothing. If you've been a piece of shit like this guy: nothing.

Peter: That doesn't sound fair...

Moses: There is no fairness in life, Peter. In death, we're all equal.

Peter: Shit.

Moses: Well, yeah, shit.

Peter: So what are you gonna do?

Moses: Maybe we can call downstairs and see if there is a loophole?

Peter: Might be worth a try. Hey, anyone has Beelzebub's number?