Eleanor: Does everyone have a huge house except me? All right, we need a plan. I say we just lie low and hope that they don't notice me.
Chidi: I'm sorry, I don't think I can help you. I just don't like being dishonest, and I can't advise you to be dishonest either.
Eleanor: Come on, I'm just asking you to fudge a little bit. You must've told a few white lies in your life. I mean, what was your job?
Chidi: I was a professor of ethics and moral philosophy.
Eleanor: Motherforker!
Chidi: I'm getting a stomachache. I'm in a perfect utopia, and I'm... I have a stomachache. This is awful. I-I, uh...
I think I have to tell Michael about this.
Michael: Tell Michael about what?