Eleanor: Okay, just sit tight, dude. I have a class to get to.
Jason: Wha... a class? I didn't know there were classes.
Eleanor: Chidi is trying to teach me to be a good person. And it's really hard. Also, Michael has asked me to be his assistant, whatever that means. My whole situation here is getting more and more dicey, so I'm actually really glad to have a place I can come when I just want to be myself.
Jason: Yeah. I miss being myself. Myself was the best.
[flashback to Jason partying at a rave before talking to the DJ, AcidCat:]
AcidCat: What's up, man? You're Jason? You got two minutes. Fred Durst is throwing an orgy on a partially capsized yacht. My dad just texted. It already started. So I'll get right to the point. I listened to your demo. You're terrible.
Jason: Really?
AcidCat: Yeah. Okay? You just don't have any... what's the word? Talent. But don't worry. You got something better than talent, man. You got my approximate size and weight. I'm supposed to play this club for the rest of the week, but I just got an offer to DJ Scott Disick's after party for the Amateur Porn Awards in Reno.
Jason: Whoa! Congrats, bro. That's the dream.
AcidCat: It's your dream, man. It's my Tuesday. I just need somebody to fill in. Put on the helmet. Press spacebar on the computer. Those idiots won't know the difference. For the next week, Jason, you are AcidCat. [puts the helmet on Jason]
Jason: Whoa, there's a lot of old gum in here.