George

We really should be, uh, heading out..

Jerry

Yeah. (Tapping his watch) Look at the time.

George

You know, the time..

Ross

The box! (Rushes toward George, grabbing the box away from him, then the letters from Susan's hands) My letters! Gimme that! (Now holding them against his chest, defensively) Who told you to open this?!

Ross

(Hysterical) Who's John?! Who's John?!