Susan

(also angry) Oh no it is not! No child of mine is ever going to be named Seven!

George

(yelling) Awright, let's just stay calm here! Don't get all crazy on me!

Jerry

Seven? Yeah, I guess I could see it. Seven. Seven periods of school, seven beatings a day. Roughly seven stitches a beating, and eventually seven years to life. Yeah, you're doing that child quite a service.

George

(adamant) Yes I am. I defy you to come up with a better name than Seven.

Jerry

Awright, let's see. How about Mug? (picks up the mug) Mug Costanza, that's original. (he turns and sees another item) Or uh, Ketchup? Pretty name for a girl.