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: That being said, Moishe, this one is yours. I checked.
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.
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?