Two old men, in purgatory, up to their waists in flames.
Wally: You have two choices. Two. That’s all.
Sam: What are you talking about now, you old fool?
Wally: You’ve been here long enough, haven’t you? Surely even you’ve worked it out by now? You fly up into the clouds or you sink down into the fire.
Sam: You! You never change, do you? Even now! You always did over-simplify everything.
Wally: Just look... look, go on. Can’t you see? Haven’t you got eyes? How hard can it be to choose? Why’s it taking you so long?
Sam: I can see more than you can see, obviously. I can see that we can stay right here and not go anywhere at all.
Wally: Some time you’ll have to choose. You’ll have to. You’re just putting it off. Hanging around like a bad smell. Everyone has to choose, and you know it!
Sam: I do not know any such thing. I know a lot of old fools like you have come and gone, a lot of them, that’s all I know.
Wally: We’ve all... got... to choose.
Sam: So why don’t you choose? Go on, go and leave me in peace!
Wally: Typical! That’s just typical! Always thinking of your own comfort!
Wally: I know what it is.
Wally: I know, and you know that I know. Don’t you?
Sam: I have no idea what you’re talking about!
Wally: Oh yes, you do!
Sam: I do not have any idea!
Wally: Of course I noticed it first, being sharp, and I’ve been watching you ever since. And I saw it! I saw it in your eyes when you realised what was happening.
Sam: Sharp! Hah! You’d like to think so!
Wally: You’ve noticed where they’ve all gone, haven’t you? All of them.
Sam: That’s not true!
Wally: It is - I know it, and so do you! They’ve all gone down into the fire!
Sam: You weren’t watching the whole time! I’ve seen you nodding! A small army could have marched past and you wouldn’t have noticed, you dozy old fool!
Wally: Don’t be so daft! You don’t need to sleep here!
Sam: You’re still a dozy old fool. Even here!
Wally: I’m not such a fool as you are, you think you can stay here for ever?
Sam: I don’t see why not.
Wally: Well I’ve had enough, I’m off. Are you coming or aren't you?
Sam: Where are you going?
Wally: Where do you think?
Sam: Damn you, you old goat, you can’t go down there!
Wally: Well, I can’t sprout wings and fly up there. I’ve thought about it, and I’ve argued with you about it and I just can’t. But I suppose you think you can!
Wally: Ok, so let’s face it and go.
Wally grabs Sam by the neck, and drags him down into the flames. A moment later two sparks fly up.