Trevor: One final note: the dining car is at the very back of the train. It serves only room-temperature Manhattan clam chowder, and also, it's closed. Okay, here we go. [train chugging]
Michael: Stop this train! [train screeching]
Trevor: Dude, what the fork?
Michael: You're not leaving. Not with her. Not yet. Come on.
Trevor: Wait, you want to keep her? Bro, that's our girl. We agreed on this.
Michael: No, what we agreed on was that this was a mistake. Trevor, we're in unchartered territory here. Until we can sort this out, she stays with us.
Trevor: Pff, all right, fine, but until this is resolved, we're keeping the other Eleanor.
Michael: Fine. What? I'm sorry... The other Eleanor?
Trevor: Yeah, the real Eleanor. The one that was supposed to be here but got sent down to us instead? She's on the train. Eleanor, come on out.
Real Eleanor: Hi, everyone, I'm Eleanor Shellstrop.