JERRY: Hey, Elaine, have you noticed your boyfriend has developed an annoying little habit?
ELAINE: The squinting?
JERRY: No.
ELAINE: The staring?
JERRY: No. He keeps asking me to give him a high-five.
ELAINE: I thought all guys do that.
JERRY: Slapping hands is the lowest form of male primate ritual. In fact, even some of them have moved on - they�re doing sign language now.
ELAINE: It�s that bad?
JERRY: What do you think the Nazis were doin�? That was the heil-five.
ELAINE: Isn�t that from your act, like, ten years ago?
JERRY: It was a good bit in the �80�s, and it�s still relatable today.

(Puddy approaches them)
PUDDY: Good news. We got a 900 in black. That�s the hot color. (Holds up his hand) High-five.
(Elaine and Jerry exchange looks)
ELAINE: Um, David, you know what? Can you come help me fix the copy machine? Come.
PUDDY: (Pointing at Jerry) You owe me five.

[Scene cuts to Puddy in the copy room with Elaine. He�s trying to fix the Xerox machine]

PUDDY: Paper jam.. Got it!
ELAINE: Yay!
PUDDY: High-five.  On the flip side.
ELAINE: David, um, I..
PUDDY: (Still holding out his hand) Don�t leave me hangin�.
ELAINE: You�re a salesman now - and the high-five is� it�s very �grease monkey.�
PUDDY: What did I tell you about that?
ELAINE: Ah, I, I�m sorry, but the high-five is just so stupid.
PUDDY: Oh yeah? I�ll tell you what�s stupid. You. Stupid.
ELAINE: Oh, that is really mature.
PUDDY: Yeah? So are you. You�re the grease monkey.
ELAINE: Uh� that doesn�t make any sense. I am leaving.
PUDDY: Yeah, if you leave, we�re through.
ELAINE: Fine! We�re through!
PUDDY: Oh, so you�re leaving?
ELAINE: (While leaving) That�s right. High-five! On the flip side! (As Elaine is leaving, she mutters to herself) Takin� me to Arby�s�

JERRY: (Sees Elaine leaving) Hey! Wh-where are you�?
(She exits. Puddy sits down at his desk - disturbed)
PUDDY: Let�s finish this up.
JERRY: Did you two break up?
PUDDY: (While punching up numbers on a calculator) That chick�s whacked. We�re history. (Back to the transaction) I just left out a couple of things: uh, rust-proofing�
JERRY: "Rust-proofing"?
PUDDY: (Reading off what he�s adding up on the calculator) Transport charge, storage surcharge, additional overcharge, finder�s fee�
JERRY: "Finder�s fee"? It was on the lot!
PUDDY: Yeah, that�s right.  Uh, floor mats, keys�
JERRY: �Keys�?!
PUDDY: How ya gonna start it?